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

"I will not allow my racehorse girl to step onto the track tired, no matter how important the race is to me or to us."

"I've got it, I've got it~" "Good opera" also narrowed his eyes slightly, subconsciously looking away, his expression a little uneasy.

Was that just my imagination? Why did it feel like that kid, Hotan, had already seen right through her? What was this feeling all about?

That shouldn't be the case, right? She should only be able to see good operas, and besides, I'm possessed, so there shouldn't be any possibility of her being seen through...

But for some reason, the more "Good Opera" thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. Fortunately, Wada didn't let her dwell on it for too long. Instead, he said to her:

"Great opera! How about we go for a walk together? There are some things I'd like to ask you."

"Please teach me?" "Good Opera" was momentarily taken aback upon hearing this. But at that very moment, the voice of true "Good Opera" resonated within his mind:

"Give me back my body now! Ryuji wants to ask me something, don't bother me!" Good Opera was already feeling very uncomfortable. Even though her other self's answer was very much in her style, from an outsider's perspective, Good Opera herself couldn't stand her own childish behavior.

Some things feel different when you do them yourself versus when you replay them in your mind afterward. Right now, the opera feels like it's being publicly executed, forced to appear in this state.

"Idiot, I'm much more experienced than you. I can answer Wada's questions better than you. Just watch, my other self."

"Good Opera" once again resisted the strong protests of the body's original owner. At this moment, she ignored the constant accusations from "Good Opera" in her brain.

Her gaze remained fixed on Wada the entire time. Towards this person, whom she felt she hadn't seen in ages, "Bel Opera's" eyes were more focused than ever before, following him closely...

"—Don't keep staring at Long Er like that!" At this moment, the roar of good opera in his mind was no longer known to anyone else.

"So, what does Wada want to ask this overlord?" "Good Opera" was also in high spirits, cherishing this time with Wada. She stayed close to him and asked with great interest:

"No matter what the question is, as long as I know the answer, I can answer it!"

"It's about the raging waves."

At this moment, Wada and the "Good Opera" found a bench and slowly sat down. The weather was starting to warm up, so they didn't need to worry about catching a cold. Wada finally spoke slowly:

"During this time, I've been helping Nutao with special training, trying to give her an advantage in other areas... You should be well aware of that, right, Good Opera."

"But there are some things I can't say in front of Nutao, because that would undoubtedly hurt her a lot. But I also don't want her to keep hitting a wall in the Japanese Derby and the Chrysanthemum Festival... that would only hurt her."

"Good opera, you should understand, right? It would be really, really difficult for Nutao to beat you again now."

Wada's worries and anxieties are not without reason. The current star Nutao is quite strong and is fully capable of competing for the GI championship. Moreover, she still has a long period of growth ahead of her. Compared to good opera, she may have more potential to be developed.

Unfortunately, she happened to be in the same era as the great opera, the "king of the end of the century," and she didn't have enough time to cultivate herself to her true peak before participating in the classic triple crown. She only had this one chance.

This is also where Wada is in a dilemma. Faced with such a situation, even though he had anticipated it, he was somewhat helpless. Now, he has found a good opera, and the only thing he can rely on right now is the opinion of the good opera.

“But the path to participate in the Classic Triple Crown was proposed by Nu Tao himself, and I really couldn’t refuse. So I came to you to help me think of a way and see what I should do.”

"Oh, I see."

However, "Good Opera" narrowed her eyes slightly upon hearing this. She had wondered what Hetian wanted to talk to her about this time, but it turned out that they were discussing the famous general Nutao.

However, the attitudes towards famous operas and "good operas" are somewhat different.

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Ms. Cao and Her Feelings

"Regarding this issue... Wada, I actually want to ask you a question."

"For you now, is it more important to me as the Overlord, or to that famous general, Nutao?"

At this moment, "Good Opera" revealed a subtle expression, a half-smile that seemed to suggest she was angry, yet also as if she was simply asking with genuine interest.

This was the first time Wada had ever seen a face other than chuunibyou, shyness, and confidence on Good Opera's face. However, when he thought that the person in front of him was "Good Opera," he immediately felt relieved.

However, Wada is not the kind of person who would be fooled by simple rhetoric like "Good Opera." He knows very well what to say to whom, but in the face of "Good Opera" and "Raging Waves," he doesn't need to pretend to be sincere.

But that doesn't mean he saw a pit and was willing to jump in just because it was dug by Good Opera. Although he didn't think he could help Good Opera much in terms of training, when it came to interpersonal skills, he had to teach Good Opera a lesson and let her know why she was a trainer.

"Well... to say that I am completely fair and impartial, I don't think I can actually do it, and I knew that from the beginning."

Wada also took this opportunity to speak his mind. The wonderful opera beside him allowed him to say these unspoken words without restraint. Of course, he couldn't say these words to Nutao either, as he was afraid that Nutao would be hurt if he heard them.

“Raging Waves is my first female racehorse, and I can’t give her up, but I also can’t stop her from pursuing the classic Triple Crown. But I also don’t want your Triple Crown journey to end.”

"What a wonderful opera! Do you know why I chose Raging Waves as my role as the racehorse maiden?"

"...Wasn't it because Raging Waves was the only racehorse girl willing to assist you at the time?" However, upon hearing this, "Good Opera" couldn't help but speak with a hint of jealousy in her voice:

"If you ask me, if someone told me to win for the sake of other racehorses, I wouldn't work with a trainer like that. Only a kind-hearted racehorse like Ryutama would accept that."

"...That's only part of the reason." Wada was uncharacteristically speechless for a moment, and the sharp criticism of Good Opera made him a little embarrassed.

However, upon further reflection, it makes sense. If it weren't for Nutao, Wada would never have had the opportunity to bring a good opera singer into the troupe. And if it weren't for Nutao, who would Wada have chosen to perform as a horse girl and challenge herself with a good opera singer? Naritaji? Orihime? Ori Digital?

Wada wasn't quite sure either, but considering that Ai-chan and Narita-ji both had trainers at the time, he was really too embarrassed to try and steal someone else's racehorse girl. Even if he did manage to steal her, he was afraid she wouldn't be able to be as loyal to him as Nu-tao, and would be so obedient to his arrangements.

As for Aili Digital... Wada hasn't had much contact with them yet, and Aili Digital's style is different from Nutao's. Wada doesn't have absolute confidence that he can train Aili Digital to the same level as Nutao.

After all, Nutao is the only racehorse girl that Wada can train using the template of opera training exactly, and with remarkable results. She is also obedient and can strive for the goals set by Wada.

It can be said that, given the circumstances at the time, unless a racehorse of the highest caliber from the East China Sea was thrown in front of Hetian, almost no other racehorse besides Nutao could have been capable of defeating the opera.

“At that time, only Nutao helped me, but there was another reason why I felt that Nutao was my best choice, and it was also the most important reason why I was able to beat Good Opera You at that time.”

“Nu Tao…she’s a lot like me in the past.”

This was the first time Wada had spoken these words in front of "Good Opera". The conversation made him feel much more relaxed, because he could speak freely with "Good Opera" by his side and tell both of them his innermost thoughts at once.

"When I first met Nu Tao, she was just like me when I first stepped into the Central Committee. She was insecure, timid, and worried about getting into trouble. Her timid appearance still touches me deeply now."

"Even when I stepped onto the field and won, I didn't feel that it was my own achievement. I cared deeply for those who were truly good to me, as if they were my only support on the field. That's probably how Nu Tao is to me."

"...Isn't that a good thing too?"

However, the more "Good Opera" listened, the more uneasy she felt, and she silently turned her head to the side. Even the "Good Opera" in her mind had completely fallen silent.

Clearly, Wada's words dealt a blow to the two of them. "Good Opera" felt that she should be the one Wada valued the most, but now she heard Wada praising her rival... Although she didn't dislike Nutao, and even admired him, it just didn't feel right coming from Wada's mouth.

As for Good Opera, she was different. She really liked Rumble, because Rumble was the horse girl who had been with her from the very beginning, and even during Good Opera's difficult start in her three debut races, Rumble had been by Good Opera's side.

Would Good Opera dislike Ryutō? Of course not. Good Opera always says that Ryutō is its "most beloved retainer," and this is not just empty talk. At least, in Good Opera's eyes, its rivals Orihime and Naritaji, who were born in the same year, are still just at the level of the "Three Musketeers." Only Ryutō is a true friend of Good Opera.

Even so, as Good Opera listens to Wada, who hasn't seen through it all (though she actually has long since), speaking from an outsider's perspective, her chest feels heavy, and she doesn't know what she's thinking...

However, at that moment, the expression of "Good Opera" with his head slightly drooping, his mood so low, was noticed by Wada, who smiled slightly upon seeing it.

Good opera is really easy to understand... no matter what kind it is, it's all the same.

"But the person I trust most is still you, good opera, that will never change."

Wada reached out and patted Good Opera's head, using a technique of first suppressing and then elevating her to soothe her emotions very well. Under Wada's gaze, Good Opera's ears visibly returned to life, going from drooping as if devoid of spirit. One of her tails began to wag slowly, indicating her good mood.

"So I'm torn right now. Good opera, I want to pursue higher goals with you and break the legend of the so-called 'seven crowns' in the Central Opera. But I also don't want to let down Nutao."

“Nu Tao is a good girl. She deserves more opportunities to shine, not just to be a supporting actress in a good opera, a stepping stone for the overlord. Now, can you understand me?”

After Wada helped the opera singer compose himself and calmed him down, he explained his purpose again. He knew very well that if you wanted to ask someone for help, you had to make them feel good first, rather than starting with an attitude as if they owed you something—otherwise, even if you got help from someone, you probably wouldn't be able to get it again next time.

Wada understood this principle well. Even a good opera, once transformed into Uma Musume, was not immune to the common fate. In particular, Wada held a unique significance for good opera, and his praise and comfort could better soothe the emotions of good opera.

"...So what do you want me to do?" At this moment, "Good Opera" seemed to have been appeased. Although she still looked a little unhappy, she was willing to compromise.

"After this Japanese derby, I want to try to persuade Nutao to stagger her matches with Good Opera as much as possible. I hope Good Opera can help me so that Nutao can accept this fact."

Upon hearing this, Wada smiled slightly and immediately said, "Nutto has the potential to surpass our combination in the future, but that's only in the future. Right now, we need to let Nutto get through this period peacefully and wait for the time when she can truly unleash her power."

"At that time, what will emerge will be a great general, a raging torrent, comparable to fine opera, not just a stepping stone for a tyrant. Fine opera, are you willing to help me?"

"...I won't refuse you, Wada, no matter what your request is."

After a long pause, she finally revealed her long-lost smile, looked directly into Wada's eyes, and said, word by word:

"Whatever you want to do, I will support you."

"...Thank you, wonderful opera, me too."

The two exchanged a slight smile. Neither of them needed much; having already decided what to do next, all that remained was their mutual understanding.

Fortunately, they always had a tacit understanding with each other. Even a glance or an expression was enough for them to understand each other's meaning—even though it was the first time that "Good Opera" had interacted with Hotan so directly, and it was also the first time that Hotan had interacted with such a wonderful opera.

For a moment, even the opera singer, who was just an observer, couldn't help but feel gratified. For some reason, even though her body wasn't under her control, what "she" was doing at this moment seemed to be exactly the same as everything else.

At this moment, Good Opera completely relaxed. She couldn't even tell the difference between herself and her other self anymore. Perhaps... the two of them were really no different in essence.

As the pair nestled together, a racehorse girl silently watched from a corner... She went unnoticed, or perhaps the two lovers were so engrossed in their romance that they didn't notice her, but she was there nonetheless.

"Trainer...good opera student..."

At that moment, the renowned general Nutao murmured softly, but did not step forward. She feared that her presence would spoil this beautiful scene—even though this beautiful scene seemed to have little to do with her.

However, she still overheard the conversation between the Wada Koi Opera, their concern for her, and many other things.

At this moment, as she prepares to participate in the Japanese derby, she also realizes a very important fact for her... the gap between her and good opera.

So, in the end, what path can she choose?

However, it's clear she's made her decision. A decision she won't regret.

And this decision will be made on her feet during the Japanese derby.

Chapter 100: Fury Waves' Final Preparations Ahead of the Japanese Derby

Early the next morning, everything seemed as if nothing had happened. The racehorses, who had gotten up quite early, were already starting their daily morning training at the training ground. At that moment, Wada Kazuyo Opera was also already there, waiting for the arrival of the raging waves.

"Hahahaha! It's been thirty minutes over time. Has my most beloved subject overslept?" Good Opera has regained control. Since yesterday, the other "Good Opera" seems to have fallen into a long period of silence and hasn't bothered her again. This makes Good Opera feel a little uncomfortable, but also relieved.

As for the improvement of her own ability in opera, that's natural. With another competitor, opera is almost always in a state of having a practice partner, and this partner is even better than her, with a running style that is very similar to hers. It's almost a natural template - something that can't be sought after.

The current Good Opera Girl undoubtedly stands at the top of the "Miracle" team, and is the strongest racehorse girl in the team so far. While the Golden Master is still exploring himself, and the Tokai Emperor and Megumi McQueen have not yet grown to a stage where they can be considered a threat, she is the strongest in the team, and so far, the racehorse girl closest to the "Triple Crown" in the entire team, and even in the entire Treson Academy!

Although Tressen Academy is the most prestigious horse racing girl training institution in Japan, the "Triple Crown" honor is not something every horse racing girl can achieve, and Tressen Academy does not produce a horse racing girl with the potential to win the Triple Crown every year. Nowadays, Good Opera can be said to be the focus of the entire Tressen Academy.

Under such circumstances, there are very few individuals whose talent surpasses that of good opera, and who can also teach good opera. Perhaps in the entire Tressen Academy, apart from a few members of the student council, very few "Horse Girls" would dare to claim they are capable of teaching good opera?

Strictly speaking, the student council members are not allowed to teach privately. The incident with Qi Cao and Donghai Emperor was an exception, unless they plan to take on an apprentice themselves, like Qianming, the representative of the branch school, and Xitabre.

However, it is clear that the student council members have no intention of taking on apprentices, so they cannot teach opera well. In this situation, the importance of another "good opera" becomes apparent.

But after saying all that, there's another side to her that torments Hao Geju... For example, the late-night conversations made it impossible for Hao Geju to sleep, but she didn't dare to speak loudly, since Pipa Chenguang was her roommate, and she didn't want Pipa Chenguang to suspect that she had some kind of mental illness.

As a result, not getting enough rest every day has become a major headache for the opera singer. However, last night, she finally shook off all her fatigue and slept more soundly than ever before.

The other woman hadn't appeared by this morning, leading Good Opera to even begin to wonder if she had disappeared.

"I'm not sure, but the raging waves should be arriving soon." Wada looked at the opera house, which had returned to normal, and smiled to himself, but on the surface he remained silent.