Uma Musume Girl, I'll tell you about my Santa Hat special move too?

The fierce-looking racehorse girl from the Sky Shrine was casually sitting at the table, wearing glasses, her ten long, slender fingers flying across the keyboard.

Parcae, in mythology, is the name of the goddess of fate, but here it refers to the horse racing data analysis program created by the Sky Shrine itself.

From the beginning, she has been inputting all the data she could collect into the system and waiting for the system to calculate the results.

Of course, the Sky Palace is not actually as superstitious as the original Magnificent Clan, believing in so-called "science".

However, there is no doubt that the Parcae system's analysis allows the Sky Shrine to grasp more details about its opponents.

In addition, her naturally sharp mind makes it easier for her to choose appropriate tactics during matches.

However, upon seeing the system slowly outputting the results, the Sky God Palace displayed an expression of disbelief:

"Stardust illusion... How... how is this possible?!"

The Parcae system, which had never made a mistake before, now presented her with only four words:

[Unable to calculate.]

"Could it be that, Stardust Illusion... you, like the Emperor of the East Sea, have completely transcended fate and logic, becoming an agent of [Miracle]?!"

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"Sweepy, don't you need to train?"

In the hospital, Madam Dongshang lay on her hospital bed, the electrocardiogram monitor beside her beeping regularly.

She turned her head to look at the witch-hat girl sitting by the bed, her eyes full of affection:

"Stay with this old woman, or you might get defeated by Little Stardust again."

"Yada! No way!"

Dongshang Reform immediately raised his hands in protest against this statement:

"I am the great witch who can create the impossible and refuse reality! I will definitely win the Satsuki Prize this time!"

"Hehehehe..."

Looking at her adorable granddaughter, Madam Dongshang couldn't help but smile.

"Does Grandma really think I'll lose?!"

"Haha, who can say for sure?" The old lady turned her head back and looked at the ceiling with a sigh.

"However, I know better than anyone just how magically talented Sweepy is."

"Haha, of course! As the Great Witch, I'm the best in every aspect!"

Dong Shang was overjoyed by her grandmother's praise. She couldn't help but swing her legs back and forth in her chair, and her ponytail swayed from side to side, clearly showing her delight.

"I already have an idea for the ultimate ultimate magic: [The Magic of the Tournament], Grandmother, just you wait and see!"

Is that so?

The old lady of the Dongshang family spoke with a smile, but as she spoke, she had already given the young girl in front of her the order to leave:

"Has Sweepy figured out what true magic is? Then hurry up and get to your final training. It's not time for Grandma to need you to stay with her all the time yet."

"Eh? But I want to continue talking with Grandma for a while longer..."

"Go, Sweepy. Remember to let Little Stardust witness the magic of our Eastern Merchant family."

The old lady waved her hand, refusing the girl's coquettish pleading.

"No...it's not just about Little Stardust, we also want all the viewers of the Satsuki Sho to see it—"

"Train hard, the grand magic show is on that day."

Chapter 212 Before the game

Tap tap tap tap tap tap—

The jet-black figure swept across the training field like a swift flame, the rapid footsteps seeming to pound directly into the hearts of others.

Narita Shirahito was so exhausted from running that he was trembling, but the sweat on his body had been evaporated into mist by the hot atmosphere and was being blown backward as he ran.

Not enough...not enough!

We need to be more persistent, and our endurance needs to be more reliable!

Narita Shirahito's face gradually contorted, and sweat poured down her bangs like raindrops, blurring her vision.

On the empty grass track ahead, something vaguely appeared, like the silhouette of someone running.

Although she couldn't make out the exact appearance of the figure, Narita Shirahito miraculously realized that it was a stardust illusion from her memory...

In the Yayoi Sho competition, he mercilessly crushed her, even using his demonic power to inflict a humiliatingly slowed-down result on her.

Narita Shirahito knew that, as an opponent, Stardust Illusion had done nothing that he could complain about.

She should blame herself for being careless during the competition, giving her opponent an opening...

In the days that followed, she was once again invited by Stardust Illusion to participate in a training match.

(The opportunity for revenge has arrived...) Narita Shirahito thought to himself.

Although it was just a training match, she had already given it her all in that game, preparing to face the terrifying, monstrous pressure from the Stardust Illusion—

However, it wasn't until she overtook her opponent and crossed the finish line that she realized Stardust Illusion hadn't used her full strength at all in this race—she had actually been wearing a weighted suit weighing nearly 80kg while running!

Three battles against the Stardust Illusion: two defeats, and one victory that was not entirely honorable...

Thinking of this, Narita Shirahito stared intently at the blue-clad figure ahead, trying his best to close the gap between himself and the other person.

(Are you kidding me... Even if it costs me everything, I will defeat you! Stardust Illusion!!!)

A brief moment of reflection did not numb Narita Shirahito's body.

A piercing pain shot through her muscles, and every step she took felt like squeezing her body like a sponge.

I can't move anymore, I'm about to lose all movement—

but……

How could Narita Shirahito just admit defeat like that?!

"—"

Just as I was about to take another step, my body suddenly felt light, and I was lifted into the air.

While running at high speed, she only felt someone wrap their arms around her waist. Then the two of them spun around three or four times on the lawn before the impact dissipated and they gradually came to a stop.

"That's enough for now, Shirohito should rest..." A gentle voice came from beside him; it was the voice of a senior member of the team that Narita Shirohito knew very well.

Maruzensky gently laid Narita Shirahito down, watching his junior sway and barely manage to stand from exhaustion. Maruzensky smiled.

"Take a break for now, isn't that what your body is saying?"

"Haa...haa...no, I can still go on...!" Narita Shirahito, leaning on the railing beside the track, gasped for breath but still refused to heed Maruzensky's advice:

"Yayoi lost the match so miserably because of her lack of stamina..."

"To settle things with the Stardust Illusion at the Satsuki Sho, I need even more stamina! I must continue training and push my limits!!!"

"Okay, this idea is a no-go!"

Maruzensky, using an obviously outdated joke, grinned and pushed Narita Shirahito, whose body was already at its limit, causing him to fall to the ground.

Although the fall wasn't too serious, Narita Shirahito still lay sprawled on the grass, too exhausted to get up.

She lay prostrate on the ground, struggling to raise her head to look at the senior standing before her:

"But I...!"

"Rest is something you don't do when you're completely unable to move."

Maruzensky helped her up, his smile fading considerably, his expression turning serious.

"Unconscious overtraining will accumulate into the cause of your future injuries... So take a break so you can do some less intense training later."

"—!"

Gritting his teeth, Narita Shirahito really wanted to refuse the offer again.

But she ultimately remained silent, because what Maruzensky said was the correct argument.

(Stardust illusion... I will definitely do it no matter what!)

"Oh dear, looks like little Bai Ren is going to try and get some affection from his older sister~"

Just as his fighting spirit was ignited, Narita Shirahito found himself being pulled into Maruzensky's arms and carried towards the rest area.

"Ahhh—Maruzen-senpai, please don't do this! I can walk by myself!!!"

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To master my running style, you must continuously train your muscles while adapting to a centered running style.

Let's go to Mount Fuji; this is a high-altitude training exercise that athletes in Hakone also undergo.

[Accustom your body to the thin air at high altitudes, forcing your cardiopulmonary function to improve, thereby enabling you to unleash greater power with the same physical exertion.]

"Huh...huh..."

Just as Megumi Ryan, who had been asked to come, said, at this moment, the Emperor of the East Sea felt as if a branding iron had been inserted directly into his lungs, burning with pain and a tearing sensation.

I also felt a faint pain in my heel.

Bathed in the already pale morning sun, she breathed heavily, trying to ease the strain on her heart.

However, this was of no use, as the atmosphere on the plateau left the Emperor of the East Sea in a state of semi-oxygen deficiency.

To avoid further suffering, the girl, running alone down the mountain road, forced herself to continue recalling the instructions Ryan had given her:

Spending time in places with thin air can indeed improve cardiorespiratory endurance, but it also reduces the effectiveness of regular training.

So, Emperor of the East Sea... do you understand what you need to do?

Every morning, you have to go down the mountain to the training ground at the foot of the mountain to practice your skills, and in the evening you have to run back up to rest in the rest area on the mountain.

In other words, climbing up and down Mount Fuji every day will be part of their training program. So, can the young Emperor II manage it?