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

"But you're wrong about one thing—I am not you in the future."

"The confusion, sadness, and regret you mentioned have never happened to me, and I have never felt them."

"I am now the best opera in my prime, I am—the 'King of the End of the Century'!"

"Now, shut your mouth and prepare to enjoy the magnificent opera that I, 'The Last Tyrant of the Century,' will sing for this world!"

At that moment, the phantom that seemed about to vanish from the opera suddenly regained its clarity—no, even more so—thanks to the opera's renewed vigor, reaching a new level!

What truly thrilled all the female horse racers present was that the "domain" emanating from Good Opera, which had initially been elusive, was now becoming threatening. A golden, radiant aura, like the brilliance of gold, now dominated most of the "domain," shining like countless dazzling rays of light upon this "overlord."

"He really is a 'tyrant'!!"

Tamamo Cross immediately shouted excitedly, grabbing Oguri Hat, who had suddenly become serious and even dropped her takoyaki. Although the two girls seemed to be getting along very well, in reality, they were so excited after experiencing the atmosphere of the opera that they almost opened their own "territory".

"So strong, really so strong—the best opera these days." Oguri nodded very seriously, a hint of excitement on her face. The feeling unique to "Monster of the Ash" reappeared on her once again.

"I really want to run with her once, Tamamo, I really want to have a great opera showdown with all my might."

"Hehe, Xiao Li, I understand! I'm getting excited for once too!"

Similarly, not only Oguri Hat and Tamamo Cross, but all the top-tier racehorse girls who sensed the atmosphere of a great opera were invigorated and showed expressions of excitement, belligerence, or impatience.

"Now, it's not just you, the president, who's excited." Qi Gao immediately suppressed his aura and glanced with amusement at Rudo, who was already unable to contain himself, and Narita Shirahito, who had even stopped chewing the grass in his mouth.

"Ah, we have witnessed this moment, the birth of the 'Overlord'." Rudolf, making no attempt to hide his excitement, nodded and said:

"This era belongs to good opera, I can say that with certainty."

"Then let's run, good opera, and conquer this era."

As if confirming Rudolf's symbolic words, the next moment, the opera was launched like a taut spring. With a muffled burst of force, "The Last Tyrant of the Century" began to race toward her inevitable victory!

Chapter 183: This Era, Called Good Opera

"Good Opera is accelerating! Finally! Good Opera has lived up to expectations and unleashed its terrifying final act! It is approaching McQueen at an astonishing speed! Closer and closer! Closer and closer!"

"The long-awaited moment has finally arrived! The ultimate showdown between Mejiro McQueen and the Best Opera! Will the Mejiro family bloodline prevail, or will the 'Overlord' ultimately reign supreme in this era?!"

Misato Akasaka's voice was now a little hoarse with excitement. This scene was enough to make countless Uma Musume fans' blood boil. At this moment, as Mejiro McQueen and Good Opera passed the final bend one after another, the two Uma Musume finally ushered in the sprint stage of the final straight!

This is the final showdown! At this moment, the gap between Good Opera and Mejiro McQueen is about two horse lengths, but this gap is shrinking at a visible speed!

"Don't lose! What a wonderful opera!"

"Charge forward, what a magnificent opera!"

"Keep running, McQueen!"

The stands were filled with the deafening cheers and shouts of the spectators, all supporting their idols and encouraging them to run with all their might. Even though they knew that such shouting might not be of any use, they felt it was wrong not to let their emotions run high.

On stage, Nu Tao was so excited that tears were about to fall. She watched the opera singer, who was closing in on McQueen with his last step, and felt as if she hadn't seen this scene in a long time.

This is the opera classmate she admired so much at the beginning—that amazing final step, that "overlord" who seemed to dominate the entire arena!

"She's back, trainer, did you see her?"

"My good opera classmate is back, and once again, she has pushed her limits."

It was a strange feeling. Although the competition between Nu Tao and Good Opera was extremely fierce, and the two women had fallen out of favor more than once because of the competition, now that Nu Tao had overcome her obsession and looked directly at the "overlord" on the field again... she almost burst into tears.

This is the "Overlord" she knows, the powerful rival she has never been able to catch up with, and the wonderful opera that combines confidence and strength!

"Ah... I saw it."

Beside Nutao, standing with Naze Fumino, Wada had already shed tears. He had lost control of his emotions long ago as he watched the opera burst forth with an amazing final kick, galloping across the Chrysanthemum Award stage.

This time, however, Wada's emotional outburst did not lead to any loud cheers. He simply watched as his proud "king" gave his all on the field, securing victory as always, like a guardian.

Isn't it embarrassing? At first, Tian thought that if he could go back to the past, he could definitely help with the opera, but reality gave him a hard slap in the face and made him wake up.

He is still not a rider worthy of a talent like Good Opera. Even if he could do it all over again, Good Opera could still teach him how to be a good trainer. All he can do is try his best not to cause trouble.

But when he watched the wonderful opera confidently soaring on the stage of the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Competition, he was still moved to tears.

Perhaps I still can't help you with anything, good opera... Perhaps I will never be a mediocre rider worthy of you.

But... I really hope to see you on the field again, dominating this era.

I want everyone in the world to know just how good my operas are.

A great opera isn't something that can remain undefeated year-round just because of good luck; it's something that can reign supreme in this era, a true "king of the century"!

"Go and win! Great opera! Go and win the whole world!"

"I know, I know—I've always believed you're the ruler of this era!"

Wada cheered for his wonderful opera with tears streaming down his face, while Naze Fumino, standing beside him, was stunned by Wada's appearance. She had never seen Wada so emotional before, but she could truly feel the emotions he was conveying.

Could this really be the bond that trainers and racehorse girls should have? For a moment, Fumino Naze couldn't help but feel a little surprised. She suddenly felt as if she was the abnormal one. The relationship between Kazuyo Wada and Kazuyo made her even have the illusion that "if a racehorse girl and a trainer can't achieve this kind of relationship, then it's a failure."

Fumino Naze considered herself to be the kind of trainer who cared a lot about her horse girl, but even when Super Bay overcame her obstacle, she was not as excited as Wada to the point of tears.

However, Wada is not a particularly emotional person, a fact that Naze Fumino, who has spent time with him, can attest to.

"Ryuji Wada... What a wonderful opera..."

"This really is a combination that's... impossible to interfere with."

Naise Fumino muttered to herself, unaware that on the other side of the track, a figure who had arrived late had just reached the racetrack and was witnessing the amazing final sprint of the opera singer toward the finish line.

The person who arrived was Mr. Naze, who had helped Wada at the station earlier. At this moment, when he saw the scene before him, noticed Wada with tears in her eyes, and the wonderful opera that was playing on the field, his slightly uneasy heart finally calmed down completely.

"Good... my good daughter, this time, your judgment has indeed improved."

Mr. Nase was very pleased, pleased that his naive daughter, who had once mistakenly trusted the company, had finally regained her clear vision after so many years of being withdrawn.

However, a new worry was born in the old father's heart. He couldn't say much about it yet, but he felt that no one could surpass the "overlord" who was currently dominating the field in that young man's heart.

……

Back on the track, the straightaway sprint had reached its final stretch, and the distance between Good Opera and McQueen had narrowed to almost parallel. Good Opera, with its amazing final sprint, was now only a tiny bit behind McQueen.

And the final act of a good opera seems to have reached its limit, and McQueen is also trying his best to make his legs run.

But McQueen also noticed that Good Opera's eyes never looked at her from beginning to end... Instead, they were fixed on what was ahead.

"I won."

At that moment, a soft voice from Good Opera clearly reached Megumi McQueen's ears, causing her muscles to tremble involuntarily.

She won? Why was she so sure?

However, what Megumi McQueen was completely unaware of at that moment was that Good Opera was not speaking to Megumi McQueen, but to a phantom of another version of himself.

"Yes...you won, the other me."

At that moment, "Good Opera," standing beside "Good Opera," also closed its eyes slightly and chuckled softly, saying:

"Once you rediscover your original aspirations and overcome your inner fears, you will find that surpassing yourself is not a difficult thing for you."

"Because, in this world, you've met that idiot who belongs to you."

As for me... I had already made up my mind to leave that idiot's side.

"...You have grown, good opera, and you have grown too, Hotan."

"Go try to run without being bound by the past. This is the last thing I can teach you."

With that faint smile, the phantom of "Good Opera" was slowly covered by the figure of Good Opera... and gradually surpassed it, while the figure of "Good Opera" also slowly drifted away as Good Opera surpassed it...

And on the final straight, as the opera singer refocused her gaze on the road ahead, her seemingly exhausted last step suddenly exploded once more!

"boom!"

"what?!"

Suddenly, McQueen felt a gust of wind flash past her, and right before the finish line, in her peripheral vision, the figure of the opera singer crossed the finish line first.

"—What a pity, McQueen."

"But this era belongs to me."

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, but immediately resumed its flow after Good Opera crossed the finish line. The victory of this competition also came to an end with Good Opera's crossing of the finish line.

"Cross the finish line!! Good Opera's victory! GI Chrysanthemum Award! Good Opera's complete victory! Amazing final result! 3F33.0! Good Opera has completed her reign! Japan's newest Triple Crown Girl! Good Opera!"

"This era belongs to great operas! 'King of Opera' has conquered Japan's highest honor with his amazing talent. Let us cheer for the birth of 'King of Opera'!"

Chapter 184: Goodbye, "Belle Opera".

"Good opera has won! With an amazing final score, it has overtaken McQueen and dominated the Chrysanthemum Award!"

"This is an incredibly exciting moment! We have witnessed the birth of the fourth Triple Crown Pretty Daughter! 'Hō' Good Opera! Another new Triple Crown Pretty Daughter after Narita Shirahito! This era belongs to Good Opera!"

In the commentary booth, Misato Akasaka's excited, hoarse voice resounded throughout the Kyoto Racecourse. At that moment, even the commentator's voice was drowned out by the cheers and applause that erupted throughout the stadium. Everyone in the racecourse, regardless of which racehorse girl they supported, was cheering for the victory of Good Opera and the birth of a new Triple Crown racehorse girl.

"Great opera! Great opera! Great opera!" XN

"The whole stadium was chanting 'Good opera!' It was truly a thrilling moment. I'm also very honored to have the opportunity to witness the birth of a new Triple Crown Maiden in my career." Akasaka Mitsuko gradually regained her composure, sat back down, and spoke to Hosoe Junko beside her:

"Ms. Hosoe, I'm sure you're very excited right now, aren't you? We've witnessed the birth of a new Triple Crown racehorse girl."

“Yes, that’s right. And look, all the horse racing girls in the audience are applauding the good opera.” Junko Hosoe nodded with a smile as she spoke, but her gaze also fell on Ryuji Wada, who was applauding the good opera on one side of the audience.

For some reason, when Junko Hosoe first noticed Wada through the binoculars, she felt inexplicably familiar with this young and handsome trainer, but of course, she couldn't say that in the commentary booth.

However… perhaps there will be a chance to get up close and personal with him during the post-race interview? Junko Hosoe is also very curious about what kind of person this new Triple Crown Girl trainer is.

……

The competition had ended, and the opera, now slowing down, faced the cheers and applause of the entire audience. A hint of joy shone in its pink eyes, and soon, it gave an elegant curtain call to everyone in the audience.

Yes, the Chrysanthemum Festival has come to an end. This was the most perfect performance that the best opera could offer to its supporters, and she has finally won the honor that belongs to the "Queen".

"Congratulations, my other self... no, my real self, congratulations on overcoming all obstacles and becoming a being that transcends yourself."

Within Good Opera's mind, the voice of the other "Good Opera," accompanied by her phantom, slowly reappeared before Good Opera. This time, however, Good Opera no longer felt the same antagonism and hostility towards herself as before; instead, she felt a sense of acceptance towards herself.

"No, it was you who taught me the part I lacked most. In my constant victories, I almost forgot the foundation upon which I stand as a tyrant."

"Without you, I wouldn't have grown up so quickly, nor would I have suddenly woken up at the crucial moment."

Good Opera knows very well that her rapid improvement in strength is largely due to her other self, who has reinforced and trained her running technique. Without her other self, she would not have been able to learn so quickly on her own.