Having trained real horses, why are we now training racehorse girls after time-traveling?

At this moment, the outer path has the good opera and the love of Orihime, while the inner path has the famous general Nutao. They are stuck in the middle of Narita Road, unable to go in or back, which is extremely uncomfortable. They do not have the domain of the three racehorse girls around them, and can only rely on their own willpower to hold on.

However, without a doubt, just as Narita's trainer judged, Narita in this state had lost her chance to compete for first place. She was timid and had given up first. Such a mentality could not lead her to victory.

And on this final straight, the drawbacks of the raging torrent's premature sprint were now exposed.

"Ha ha……"

"So strenuous—how could this be? It's only 200 meters longer than the Daily Cup...why is it so strenuous?"

Nu Tao gritted her teeth, trying to persevere, but the disadvantages of sprinting too early meant that she couldn't unleash a second burst of power in the final straightaway. Her afterimage was also slowly dissipating, as if she had already given up.

Nu Tao has indeed made a lot of progress in the past month. Both her strength and speed are better than before. However, she has neglected to train her endurance. Her powerful explosive force is not supported by enough endurance, which makes her more tired than before after the burst.

As far as the eye could see, Nu Tao could only watch helplessly as her beloved Orihime began to overtake her on the outer path. She tried to move her legs, but to no avail.

"I'm sorry, Raging Waves, but I did it for victory."

The gaze of the adoring Orihime also noticed the struggle of the raging waves, but at this moment, she had no pity as she ran. All she could see was victory, the victory she had been running for all this time!

Therefore, after a brief hesitation, Ai Ai-hime suddenly exerted her strength again, and a surge that surpassed the famous general's raging waves took the lead in the inner lane!

"Orihime is in first place! Orihime is currently in the lead! Can she maintain this advantage? Will she be the victor?!"

"Of course!" The words of the woman who admired Orihime couldn't help but be heard. She looked at the finish line, which was now only a straight stretch away, and even her usually aloof personality caused her pupils to dilate slightly.

This is everything she pursues: victory, defeating her opponents, carrying her sister's share, and running on alone!

Now, victory is within reach, and what she has been pursuing is finally here!

"—That's not necessarily true."

At that very moment, a teasing voice slowly rang out from behind Aigumi Orihime. Aigumi Orihime's muscles suddenly tensed up. She subconsciously looked around but couldn't find the figure.

Although she couldn't see the other person's face, just by hearing that tone, Orihime knew who it was.

Good Opera… Aimu Orihime gritted her teeth slightly. She had almost forgotten about this opponent, but Good Opera had not yet unleashed its power, so Aimu Orihime subconsciously ignored it.

But what makes you think you can surpass me now? You have no chance at all.

Could it be that you had the energy to unleash another attack while you were fighting with Nutao and Naritaji...?

"boom!"

……?

Before the thoughts in Orihime's mind could even settle, a muffled sound was heard, and the opera singer curled up slightly, as if a taut spring had suddenly burst out!

The next moment, the opera singer almost suddenly overtook Orihime, who was staring blankly into the distance! In just a second or two, the opera singer was rapidly approaching her!

"Oh my god!! What a wonderful opera! Unbelievable! What a wonderful opera! What a wonderful opera! What a wonderful opera! It had been trailing behind the renowned Nyutō and Narita Ryō, but it had overtaken us from the outside!"

"So fast! So fast, so fast! The great opera is about to be parallel to Orihime's Love! Parallel!"

"How is this possible?!"

Aigumi gritted her teeth, her eyes trembling as she looked to her side. At that moment, she saw that the figure of Good Opera, who had been invisible at first, was now almost parallel to her. A golden and pink aura emanated from her body. Aigumi also saw that at the moment Good Opera erupted, the phantom she condensed was clearer than when she was going all out.

Why is this happening? Ai Mu and Orihime don't understand, but she hasn't given up. The final straightaway isn't over yet, and the outcome is still undecided!

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Chapter 80: Wada Wants Good Opera to Be Popular

"The situation is now very clear! Aigumi Orihime and the opera are engaged in a very tense duel! Neither side is willing to be at a disadvantage, and they are having a final showdown in the last straight sprint!"

"Who will ultimately emerge victorious?! Will it be Orihime, who shines with astonishing explosive power at the Yayoi Sho event, or the amazing opera that surprisingly came in seventh place this time?!"

The entire audience at the racetrack erupted in cheers. The final showdown had begun, and without a doubt, for the most popular Orihime, who had participated in the Yayoi Sho, she was more popular in terms of support. A large portion of the cheers were for Orihime.

As for Good Opera, although she calls herself "Overlord" and is now almost on par with Orihime, relatively few people support her, after all, she is only the seventh most popular.

But this did not affect the intense competition between her and Orihime. The battle between the two horse girls was almost uninterrupted. Good Opera was getting stronger and stronger, while Orihime was starting to fall behind.

"How could this be—how could this be!"

"How could I possibly lose?! How could I possibly—lose to you! What a wonderful opera!!"

Ai Haibara roared in her heart, wanting to move her legs, even if her bones and muscles were torn apart in this match, she just wanted to win, she wanted to be victorious!

She was fighting with part of her sister on her shoulders! How could she lose to her, to this guy who has no burden at all and is blindly confident?

I don't care who I lose to, but I just don't want to lose to you! What a magnificent opera!

"Orihime..." In the stands, the trainer who admired Orihime seemed to have sensed something and felt vaguely uneasy. She felt that Orihime was clearly caught in an extremely huge vortex... The burden she was carrying was crushing her body.

On the other side, seeing this, Wada sighed softly and muttered to himself:

"That's enough... Let's end this, good opera."

However, as if Wada and Yoshika had some kind of premonition, Yoshika, who was originally planning to continue the standoff with Orihime, paused slightly and immediately became less cheerful.

"Alright, the first chapter of this play belonging to the Overlord should come to an end."

As soon as he finished speaking, the opera singer's eyes gradually turned serious, and his aura surged once again! In one fell swoop, he surpassed even the admiration for Orihime!

"It surpassed it! Unbelievable! This opera is better than Adoring Orihime! The last fifty meters!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

However, before the commentary had even faded, the adoring Orihime, who had been overtaken by Good Opera, let out a defiant roar. In an instant, like the final roar of a wild beast, the adoring Orihime disregarded her own condition and tried to catch up with Good Opera.

In an instant, the illusory image on Ai-Orihime's body, which was about to dissipate, condensed once again. The spirit surpassed the strength of the body, driving Ai-Orihime to chase after it without regard for the consequences.

"What a wonderful opera!!"

"I don't want to lose to you! It's just you! I don't want to lose to you!"

The pursuit of Ai-Orihime put immense pressure on Naritaji and Nutao, who were left behind. They felt as if Ai-Orihime was no longer herself. Her indescribable competitive spirit was something that even Naritaji, who had defeated Ai-Orihime once at the Yayoi Sho, had never seen before.

"Orihime... why have you become like this?" Narita murmured to herself. She had never seen anyone so obsessed with Orihime.

She knew that Aigumi was running with a mission on her shoulders, but she had never seen Aigumi so unwilling to lose, as if... good opera was her lifelong enemy, and losing to good opera would be a great insult to her.

But according to Naritaji's knowledge, Ai-Ai-Orihime doesn't actually dislike Kai-Ka-kun at all, even though Kai-Ka-kun has unilaterally harassed Ai-Ai-Orihime...

Regardless, the gap between Aisume Orihime, who was now unleashing her potential for the second time, and Good Opera was indeed narrowing steadily. For a moment, even Good Opera, who was confident of victory, glanced in surprise at Aisume Orihime behind her.

"This really is... a brave warrior who refuses to give up."

The good opera murmured to herself. She was slightly startled by the outburst of love for Orihime. She didn't know how she had provoked Orihime to unleash such strong resistance.

However, no matter what, Ai Musashi could not possibly win against her at this moment.

If the path to becoming a hegemon is destined to be fraught with countless obstacles from enemies...

Then, I should overcome all obstacles together with my dear trainer and sing the lofty hymn of the "Overlord" for the whole world!

"call!"

At that moment, in front of Ai-Orihime, just one step away from the finish line, her pupils trembled slightly as she saw the figure of the overlord who had crossed the finish line first—Good Opera slightly turned his head, his lips making a mouth shape.

What was she saying? At that moment, Aigumi Orihime deciphered the other person's words based on the lip movements of the opera singer.

"What a pity." — So says the finest opera.

"Cross the finish line! Unbelievable! Number 7's excellent opera has defeated Orihime! She beat Orihime by half a horse length! She has shown her amazing last leg! She has won the Satsuki Sho title! She has won this race!"

"The third place goes to the renowned Nyutō, and the fourth place to Naritaji. They will gain priority in the All-Japanese Derby—but this Satsuki Award victory belongs to only one person! That is Böhne Oda!"

"Let's congratulate Good Opera on winning the Satsuki Prize! They've won the first of the Triple Crowns! They've taken a solid first step in Triple Crown Maiden!"

The commentator's words caused the entire racetrack to erupt in cheers. In an instant, whether they supported the opera or not, everyone stood up from their seats and applauded and cheered wildly for the opera.

The opera singer, sweating profusely, watched the cheering crowd in the stands and He Tian applauding for him, and felt an immense sense of pride and satisfaction.

She raised her arms high, placed her palms on her cheeks, proudly puffed out her chest, and laughed loudly. This time, under the sunlight, she truly resembled a champion on the field.

"This victory, for me, the Overlord, is only a matter of course!"

At this moment, the highly anticipated opera proved itself with its own strength, while behind her, Narita and the renowned composer Nutao were both kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. Narita said with extreme resentment:

"Damn it—we lost! Opera student is really strong!"

"But I will definitely win next time. Get ready for the Japanese derby!"

"Ha...ha..." But the famous general Nutao did not have such a good mindset. The failure of Gaoyue Award made her newly established confidence disappear instantly. She struggled to raise her head to look at the great opera that everyone was looking forward to, her expression somewhat bewildered.

Where did I go wrong? They've been together almost the entire past month... so why did my opera classmate improve so much?

She couldn't understand why she had lost. She had clearly won the Daily Cup a month ago!

She wasn't even in second place, so why is that?

Nu Tao wasn't entirely sure, but her defeat was now a foregone conclusion. However, it seemed that there was someone on the field who needed comforting her even more than she did...

"Oh? Orihime's condition seems a bit unstable. She turned around and walked towards the big screen. Is she checking her name?"

"..."

However, Ai Mu was indeed walking towards the big screen. She stared blankly at the screen, which clearly displayed her defeat, and she was still unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

I actually lost...

To lose to someone who has no burdens. Someone I should never have lost to.

At that moment, Good Opera silently walked up behind Orihime, watching her incredulous and stunned expression. She slightly opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But just as she was about to open her mouth, suddenly, a hand silently covered her mouth from behind—Wada and Orihime's trainer had arrived immediately after noticing that something was wrong with her.

"Waaaaah! (Ryuji, why are you covering my mouth?)"

"Shh, good opera. You have to know what to say in different situations. This is an art. You'd better listen to me now."

Wada dared not let the current Good Opera open its mouth. If she opened her mouth with her usual words, such as "Hahahaha! Losing to me, the overlord, is not a shameful thing. You should continue to work hard to compete with me next time," then Good Opera and the feud between Ai-Orihime would probably be set in stone.

Wada was planning for the future of Good Opera. He didn't want Good Opera to offend too many people or racehorses, especially some of its contemporary competitors. Wada felt that it should maintain good relations with them all.

He also doesn't want the encirclement incident of that year to happen again in this world. Therefore, Wada must start working hard now to maintain good relationships with the trainers and Uma Musume herself, who are from the same generation as Koei Tecmo.

In this way, perhaps in the future, that dark siege will not happen a second time in this world.

Wada wanted to avoid certain things from happening, and of course, also to improve her interpersonal relationships as a "tyrant lady".