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

However, this is also a good thing for Hetian. He can confidently let Good Opera strive for the triple crown, making up for his and Good Opera's past regrets, while also guiding Nutao in the direction she wants.

Although He Tian was conflicted, whether Good Opera lost its three crowns or Nu Tao ultimately lost to Good Opera on the road to three crowns, he felt that he would have a hard time doing it. However, since he had initially promised Nu Tao to embark on the road to three crowns, it was now part of his responsibility as a trainer to carry it through to the end.

"That was a great opera. How were you? Your last-minute bursts of energy have been really strong lately. What are your thoughts?"

Wada then turned to look at Good Opera, but this time, unexpectedly, Good Opera did not answer Wada's question. Her gaze remained fixed on the arena, lost in thought, and it was unclear what had drawn her attention.

"...A good opera?"

"Ah, Ryuji..." Hao Geju also came back to her senses at Wada's gentle call, but her reaction was completely opposite to her usual confident self. She did not feel excited after winning. Instead, her horse ears drooped slightly, as if she was a little depressed.

"I...I want to leave for a bit. Long Er, you and Nu Tao should focus on your training."

"Good Opera? Are you alright? You've been so restless these past few days." Wada wasn't stupid; he could tell that Good Opera's condition hadn't been right lately. Although his progress was becoming more and more obvious each day, Good Opera's mood wasn't high.

It was like... like when Wada gave another bad performance and realized he'd lost the competition to Good Opera. If Good Opera hadn't never lost since joining Wada's team, he would have thought he'd made some kind of operational error that disgraced Good Opera's abilities.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things..."

Good Opera didn't want to say much either. She felt that even if she did, it would only make Wada more worried. It was better for her to deal with this physical change herself.

The opera singer slowly left the scene. Under the rather worried gazes of Hotan and Nutao, Hotan and Nutao exchanged a glance, and Hotan couldn't help but ask:

"This has been going on for several days now... What on earth happened to the opera?"

"Trainer, perhaps we should find an opportunity to talk to the opera student," Nu Tao nodded, saying with considerable concern.

"The thing that good opera students care about most is the trainer. I believe that if you, the trainer, ask them to speak, they will definitely do so."

"...Let's see how things go tomorrow. The situation on Ikezoe's side has just stabilized, and I don't want the next one to be a good opera."

Wada also sighed with worry, feeling that he was not able to help good opera in many ways.

……

At this moment, Good Opera, having left the training ground, sat silently on a bench, and at that moment, another voice in her mind rang out again, saying;

"You lost again this time, didn't you?"

"Yes, but as the overlord, I am unyielding. I will surpass you again next time." Good Opera looked at the "illusory figure" beside her. Now she was certain that this was herself, in a sense, a version of herself with a different personality, but seemingly more mature and experienced.

She is like a benchmark. Just when Good Opera thinks it can surpass her, she suddenly becomes much stronger, leaving Good Opera to chase forever, but never able to catch up.

During this period, Good Opera has been constantly challenging itself, striving to surpass its own achievements.

She felt that if she couldn't surpass herself, she probably wouldn't have a clear chance of winning the Japanese derby.

Chapter 97: Another "Good Opera" Knows Wada?

"Another self appears... Good opera, do you mean another self appears in your mind?"

Good Opera remembers that she went to Rudolf, the "seven-crown" racehorse girl, to see if the "Emperor" could answer her question.

However, after she explained all this to Rudol, Rudol was unusually slightly surprised. After a long while, a faint smile appeared on his face as he said:

"If that's the case, then I should congratulate you. Great opera! You're even more talented than we thought. No wonder trainer Wada went to great lengths to personally teach you."

"You have reached a level of power that allows you to transcend the physical and enter the realm of the soul. Great opera, do you know what that means?"

Lu Duo slowly rose and walked to Hao Geju's side. He looked at Hao Geju with a slightly complicated expression and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Trainer Hetian is truly a miracle worker."

In the past, even Rudolf would never have imagined that a racehorse girl who had only run three races in her debut race, someone who would have had a hard time even joining a team if not for her trainer recognizing her potential, could have reached such a level so quickly.

"This means that you already have the potential to become a true legend among racehorses—and not every legend among racehorses gets to experience such an opportunity. It's a kind of luck, and also a kind of talent. Good opera, do you understand?"

"Only the luckiest and most capable racehorse girls can reach this level. However, every racehorse girl's circumstances are different. But it seems that yours is manifested in what you call another 'personality,' right?"

"Hmm... It was from the Satsuki Sho that I discovered the existence of another version of myself, but her personality is completely different from mine as the Overlord, to the point that I don't even want to admit that this is me."

As he said this, Good Opera couldn't help but look at the phantom "himself" not far away. At this moment, even Good Opera was somewhat unable to maintain his chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) state and reverted to his "normal" self, asking Rudolf:

"But her running posture, her point of explosiveness, everything was almost exactly the same as my methods and techniques—no, I should say, she was even more mature than me. Her techniques and her point of force were much more proficient than mine."

"It's like... me from the future."

Good Opera doesn't know how to describe this feeling, but this other self is indeed stronger, more skilled, and allows Good Opera to intuitively feel its progress.

Just when Good Opera felt that she was progressing fast enough and was about to catch up with her counterpart, she would suddenly experience another surge in strength, like an endless tug-of-war—always keeping Good Opera chasing, but never quite catching up.

"Can't you see her? President, about the other me."

“I’m sorry, it’s a beautiful opera, but this is from the depths of your own heart. No one knows you better than yourself—I think even trainer Wada can’t see your truest thoughts, right?”

Rudolf shook his head, indicating that he could not help. Only a few racehorse girls had encountered this situation, and the circumstances varied. However, one thing was the same: this stage could be considered a barrier. As long as the racehorse girl could overcome it, she would achieve a breakthrough.

At that time, racehorses that are not at the same level will have almost no chance to compete with her. However, if they cannot overcome this hurdle, it will be like a watershed that will forever separate the racehorses on the other side.

She may be very strong, strong enough to beat many GIs, but she will never be able to cross this hurdle, and will always be trapped in a "limit", thus unable to truly break through her own upper limit.

Overall, however, being able to reach the level of "forging the soul" so early is still very useful for good opera, and the rapid progress of good opera today undoubtedly owes a great deal to this.

"But for you now, this is a trial, a good opera. Try to surpass her, surpass yourself. I believe that one day when you reach the limit of that so-called other you and successfully surpass her, she will disappear on her own."

"And at that time, you will no longer need anyone to guide you. When you surpass the strongest, you will find that you have reached the flashpoint, and you will be the true overlord."

"……I see."

Good Opera nodded silently upon hearing this, then looked at the illusory figure of himself beside him, but still felt a sense of powerlessness.

Has she surpassed herself? Is this really her? Even today, Good Opera still has some doubts.

……

"There's no need to doubt it so much. Good opera. With your current level, it would be difficult for you to surpass me, but if it were just a Japanese derby, it should be no problem at all."

At that moment, "Good Opera" smiled at her and said, "You are undoubtedly stronger than 'me' back then. With the help of that kid Wada, you have undoubtedly reached even greater heights this time."

"—You also know Ryuji?"

However, the way her other self addressed Wada made Good Opera unconsciously alert, and she asked without thinking, "How do you know Ryuji? You, don't share a brain with me, do you?"

"No, although I know what you're thinking, when I met Wada, you were still nowhere to be found."

A mysterious smile played on "Good Opera's" face as he raised an eyebrow at Good Opera, seemingly in a provocative manner, constantly tugging at Good Opera's nerves, and said, word by word, "I've known him for much longer than you have."

"Impossible! You've only been on my mind for the last two weeks!"

As expected, upon hearing this, Good Opera showed a hint of anger on its face for the first time. Good Opera, who used to listen to any words as praise, was now red-faced and visibly angry after arguing with me.

I must say, she truly is another version of herself who appreciates opera. She knows best what makes opera so sensitive and how to break her defenses.

"Don't you dare have any wicked thoughts about Ryuji. My other self, I'm warning you, or I will do everything I can to get you out of my head."

"Then don't worry. Just like Rudolf said, if you really surpass me, I will disappear on my own." "Good Opera" was unconvinced by this, as she already knew her fate.

"Besides, that child Hetian isn't just yours. I am you, and I like Hetian too. Shouldn't we be comrades-in-arms?"

"No, that's not true!"

Even the opera singer blushed with embarrassment at his own words and hurriedly said, "Long Er is my best advisor! Loyal and honest! As the overlord, I feel gratitude and trust for him, which is not such a superficial feeling!"

"Yeah, yeah, still being stubborn, huh?"

"Good Opera" was quite disdainful of her own reaction and said with a sneer, "Then you should prepare to win the competition but lose your life. Nu Tao is much more honest than you. Although she doesn't realize that she likes He Tian, ​​after a while, when the gap between you two widens, she will definitely go to He Tian for comfort."

"Given Wada's kind-hearted nature, if nothing unexpected happens... you know what will happen, right?"

"..." Good Opera opened her mouth upon hearing this, seemingly wanting to refute, but then she belatedly realized that what her other self had said seemed very plausible...

"Surely...no way? Haha, after all, Ryuji is my most loyal subject, how could he be with my most favored subject—"

"—Good Opera? What are you doing here?" At that moment, Wada Ryuji's voice drifted over from not far away. In that instant, both Good Opera singers turned around in unison. At this moment, no matter how fiercely they had argued before, they instinctively smiled at Wada and said in unison:

"Ryuji (Wada)." X2

“Good opera, I’d like to talk to you about your condition lately.”

However, at this moment, Hotan, who had been watching Good Opera for some time and noticed that Good Opera was talking to itself, gradually realized that something was wrong with Good Opera.

Who is Good Opera talking to? At this moment, Wada looked around but did not find the other "Good Opera" who had retreated back into Good Opera's body.

Chapter 98: The Differences Between Two Great Operas on The Tide?

"Hahahaha! Ryuji, why are you suddenly so concerned about me? Has this overlord done something that is enough to make even my most loyal trainer start to worry?"

Good Opera is also a very clever horse girl. From the moment Wada asked that question, she knew that he had probably seen her talking to him. But at that moment, she didn't seem to have any good choice but to pretend to be stupid.

How could she put it? Had another version of herself appeared in her mind? And this version seemed to run faster and felt older, like a future version of herself?

Naogeki felt that if she said those words aloud, she wouldn't be far from being sent to a mental hospital by Wada (though she wouldn't actually do that). Besides, with the Japanese derby just around the corner, Naogeki knew Wada was very busy; the training for Nuotao alone was enough to keep him occupied. Naogeki was also trying her best not to cause Wada any trouble.

Anyway, Wada had given her her training plan a long time ago, and she was very satisfied with Wada's arrangements. Now, she had this other self, which, although she didn't like it very much, would undoubtedly be of great help to her progress and training. She felt that she was determined to win the Japanese derby.

Then let's not cause any trouble for Ryuji, right? Anyway, judging by my current momentum, I believe that version of myself will be gone after the classic three-crown victory...

"Are you an idiot? My other self, saying that to Wada will only make him more suspicious of your condition." And at that moment, in Good Opera's mind, another "Good Opera's" voice slowly echoed:

"Fine, give me your body, and I'll talk to Wada."

"What—don't do anything unnecessary, you—"

However, before Good Opera could retaliate, a feeling as if it had been thrown into an abyss suddenly came over it. The next moment, when Good Opera came to its senses again, it found that nothing in front of it had changed...

Had "she" failed to possess her? Good Opera suddenly wondered, but then she realized her body was suddenly not under her control. She only heard "Good Opera," who was now occupying her body, chuckle and say:

"Hahahaha! My trainer! Are you worried that my condition will affect the Japanese derby? There's absolutely no need to worry. Although I haven't been resting well lately, I, the overlord, still consider the Japanese derby championship to be my for the taking!"

"So there's absolutely no need to worry, Wada! As a tyrant, I'm different from everyone else, that's only natural! Hahahaha!"

"……Yeah?"

However, Wada's eyes were focused on the opera from beginning to end, and he clearly felt the change in his feelings brought about by the opera at that moment.

Wada wasn't entirely clear on the specifics, but he could tell that at that moment, Good Opera's originally pink eyes suddenly turned into a pair of eyes similar to those of a horse, and the color of those eyes... he was quite familiar with.

Wada recognized whose eyes they were almost instantly. He was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood. Not to mention the huge flaw in "Good Opera"—calling him "Wada."

At that moment, Wada understood that the other party was not a good opera—no, it should be said that it was indeed a good opera, but it was different from the good operas of this world.

But Wada didn't need to worry about what might happen to Good Opera. He knew very well that the other party wouldn't hurt Good Opera, just as Good Opera would never hurt him... unless he was so pathetic as to make Good Opera angry, in which case he deserved it.

Fortunately, Wada's doubts and anxieties were resolved at that moment. Wada's expression relaxed again, and he said to "Good Opera":

"Perhaps I'm worrying too much. It's a great opera, but in any case, I need to get some rest during this time. I can put aside things like the Japanese derby. If I overwork myself, it won't be worth it."