Why was I assigned to be a horse girl?

"Tear..."

The sound of a zipper popping open reached her ears, and at the same time, Fei Tu Hu Po felt a sense of relief in her chest, as if her lung capacity had increased.

Fei Tu Hu Po was stiff all over; it seemed that the only piece of clothing she was wearing with a zipper was that one.

That cheap coat that the authorities temporarily lent me, specifically for throwing away, and which didn't even fit my size properly!

It looks like it's broken open!

"Clothes ripped! A legendary skill that only the top horse draftesses can perform!"

The audience applauded and cheered again.

This is true strength; such solid muscles are the reason for victory!

Although she felt that the principle behind the top-tier horse groom's clothes tearing was different from her own, Hito Amber still ripped off her outermost coat, revealing her dirt-resistant uniform that looked like that of a cleaning lady.

This jacket is really of very poor quality!

……

After all the racehorse girls have walked the runway, there are no other special procedures or events following.

The racehorse girls walked onto the track, while rows of silver-white shovel trucks were parked at the starting line, their menacing appearance stirring the heart.

Each shovel truck has a number plate hanging on its side, and the racehorse girl can easily find her own shovel truck by looking at the track number plate hanging on her waist.

Hitoko Amber's number is seven, which is in the very middle of the track. This is a pretty good position in a draft horse race, as you can easily see the progress of the other racehorses on your left and right sides by turning your head.

Hitokohaku picked up a hemp rope from the ground to test its feel, and just then, Kinkakuji walked past her, his tall figure blocking Hitokohaku's view.

"Hey, you vixen, I didn't expect your pecs to be so strong... they're even bulging out of your jacket."

"These aren't pectoral muscles... um, never mind."

Hitoko looked up at Kinkakuji Temple, grinned, and revealed the most aggressive expression she could muster. With a wide grin, she mimicked the tone of the noblewoman she remembered speaking.

"Give it your all, let's fight to the death!"

But to everyone's surprise, Kinkakuji's expression changed immediately, and she even trembled a couple of times, like a double-door refrigerator...

Fei Tu Hu Po was a little confused. Was her fierce and battle-ready appearance really that scary?

Kinkakuji was startled. "Whoa... You're so small, but you're really intimidating... Did you fight a tiger? I feel like I can smell blood in your breath. Did you use some kind of special perfume beforehand?"

Taking a deep breath, Kinkakuji grinned. "Never mind, whatever! Come on! Let me see if you're a tiger or a fox!"

Chapter 50 contains tactics, but I don't know them!

"Then let's see who comes out on the field."

After they finished their declarations of war, Kinkakuji leaned close to Hisakohaku's ear and whispered...

"But before the competition, let me tell you a secret: you thought my stats were the published E? Actually, my real stats are already D."

Fei Tu's amber-gold pupils contracted instantly, and her crimson eyelashes trembled, betraying her extremely turbulent inner state.

Although Kotobuki Toru said that there wouldn't be a huge difference in strength between the evaluation values ​​of Uma Musume... there will still be differences, right?

I am an E, while Kinkakuji is a D! That's a whole letter difference!

Kinkakuji, who had been watching Hitoko Amber closely, noticed her subtle expressions and was able to read the hidden irritability and unease in her eyes.

"Hehe, although everyone only uses their muscles in the draft horse race... there are many schemes behind the scenes!"

Kinkakuji's tone was filled with pride and boasting: "You dare to participate in the competition, which means you know my last assessment of F strength rating. But war is about deception, and the real can be made to appear unreal... This is the tactic my trainer came up with. Do you have it?"

It's unclear whether Kinkakuji's words were mocking his lack of off-field tactics or his lack of a trainer.

In short, Fei Tu Hu Po gritted her teeth even more fiercely, her golden eyes practically spitting fire.

Qin Chui Tou, that guy, just drags me to training every day, pulling those incredibly heavy sand-filled tires... How come he never thought that others had already started plotting against him?

Just before the competition, he kept telling himself mysteriously that if he played to his normal level, he would win...

But if I don't unleash my inner power now, how can I possibly defeat Kinkakuji, whose power level is measured at E?

[The race is about to begin. All racehorses, please proceed to the race car, take your reins, and await the starting signal.]

"Looking forward to your performance."

Kinkaku-ji walked away with a smile...

Meanwhile, Hitsu Amber gradually calmed down...

Now that he has truly stepped onto the field, although things have developed far beyond what he and Kotobuki Toru had anticipated, the competition must continue.

[Three seconds to go!]

Even if he can play the zither to perfection, he's not really a trainer. He's just a lazy college student, so expecting him to be all-knowing and all-powerful is unrealistic.

And I'm not exactly a mature horse girl myself, so I can't expect Kotobuki to be any more mature...

[Two seconds left!]

Partners and teammates are meant to complement each other's weaknesses, so since Kotobuki Toru didn't expect Kinkakuji and the others to be hiding their strength...

We'll have to figure out how to bridge the gap in skill ourselves!

With all her might, Hitotsu Amber gripped the hemp rope in her hand, and the fibers that broke off from the rope displayed a cloud-like effect under the sunlight.

【1! 】

The ground latches used to secure the shovel truck suddenly loosened and dropped, making a loud and violent sound.

"Clang."

As soon as the sound rang out, the audience's attention was instantly focused on the field.

At that moment, almost all the female racehorses pulled forward at the same time.

But one racehorse girl was an exception.

On track number seven, an unexpected incident occurred involving a crimson racehorse, as delicate as porcelain, its wings gleaming like flames.

The other racehorse girls were dragging the shovel cart forward with all their might at a 45-degree angle to the ground.

But the amber was pulled directly from 90 degrees to 45 degrees, and then from 45 degrees to 0 degrees...

That is, as the saying goes, he almost fell to the ground.

Kinkakuji scoffed... He thought Kinkakuji was some kind of powerful figure, but he turned out to be a pushover right from the start.

As expected, that sly fox is no good.

With a confident smile on his face, he gave a soft shout, shoved his foot into the ground, and pushed forward with all his might.

"I'll take the winner's box of pork chops!"

Looking at the bend in the road in the distance, Kinkakuji began to imagine the pork chop waiting for him at the finish line.

Kinkakuji didn't actually prepare any track tactics. After securing a leading position and ensuring he wouldn't be penalized for interfering with other racehorses, he simply cut into the inner lane, which theoretically has the shortest distance, and dragged the car to the finish line in one fell swoop!

For a mere debut battle, crushing her with absolute strength is enough! Want to defeat me? Unless a racehorse girl with matching strength and exceptional stamina appears.

Have it?

"Contestant number eight, Kinkakuji, is advancing with unstoppable momentum and has already gained a significant lead. He truly deserves the title of 'Kinkaku of Power'."

"On the other hand, the contestant from Scarlet Amber, whose clothes were torn at the opening ceremony, had just gotten up from the ground. The good news is that her face didn't hit the ground, but the bad news is... she may not be able to win this time..."

Even the commentators, who should be neutral and not have any bias, made sarcastic remarks at this moment, which means that even the commentators have already determined that Hitotsu Amber will lose and are not afraid of being hit in the face by a boomerang.

But when Fei Tu Hu Po stood up again, she patted the mud off her gloves and glanced back at the shovel cart with a strange expression.

This car.

So light.

The car was lighter than I had expected...

Only Fei Tu Hu Po knew that her fall just now was not because she was too weak to pull the car, resulting in exhaustion and slipping.

It was because the car was much lighter than he was used to... When he pulled with all his might, the car was pulled out a large section of it.

The rope, which was originally set to a fixed length, suddenly became loose, and the reverse pull from the shovel truck was lost. At the same time, he didn't have time to move forward and straighten the rope again, so he naturally stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

But the prominent weight markings on the frame—500 kilograms, 20000 liang (a unit of weight), and 2250 pounds—remind me that the weight is accurate.

So the reason...

Hitotsu Amber glanced around the stands in front of her and gave a thumbs-up to a man who might be watching her.

Qin Chui Tou, every time he practices, he tricks himself into practicing more and adding more practice time.

But to my utter surprise, besides the training volume... Kotobuki Toru also increased the weight of his training!

Those tires, filled with sand and water, definitely weigh more than 500 kilograms!

Furthermore, Kotobuki Toru's weight could not possibly be only 100 pounds as he claimed!

Now there's good news and bad news.

The bad news is that Kotobuki Toru doesn't seem to trust me much, and hasn't told me about any tactics or anything... I need to be more honest with him in the future.

The good news is that I've also been hiding my true strength!

Although I only just found out now!

Chapter 51 Hidden Backup Energy, Activated!

He had actually been hiding his true strength.

Upon learning of this unexpected joy, Hitotsu Amber felt her heart beating even faster.

No wonder Kotobuki Toru said that he could win as long as he played to his normal level...

I realized I was stronger than I had imagined.

Now, it's not just about winning...

Fei Tu Hu Po looked at the parking space in front of her where car number seven had been pried open.

"It's almost time."

Although it was towing a shovel truck weighing over a ton, Ma Niang's strength and speed were no joke; after all, she had previously been used as a transport vehicle...

In about five minutes, Kinkaku-ji, which was in the lead, had already passed the 1000-meter marker.

After traveling a short distance, you will soon enter a series of large left turns consisting of the third and fourth curves.

The race had now reached a fever pitch, with the racehorses vying fiercely for position, the sounds of metal clanging and their shouts mingling together.

Kinkaku-ji suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, like a lone wolf seeking no equal.

We won... It was boring and tedious.

Feeling a bit bored, Kinkakuji suddenly wanted to shout three times, like General Wei Yan in Chinese novels who almost succeeded in overthrowing his superiors, to solidify his superior position.

So she did just that, asking, "Who can catch me?"

"I'm coming."

But no sooner had she shouted than the girl's voice rang out behind her.

Hitotsu Amber, who had been in last place and almost fell flat on her face at the start, suddenly unleashed astonishing power.

The girl's voice then traveled from the last position to the front.

Ahead of the Higanbana Amber, at the rear of the caravan, several horse handlers looked surprised and bewildered by the sudden sound.

Driven by both curiosity and a sense of urgency, they turned and looked back.

But when their gaze passed over the shovel truck behind them, they all forgot to exert force.

Like a wildfire, a spark ignites and the next moment a sea of ​​fire descends.

The crimson flames had now spread to behind them... and the distance between them had increased to about three meters.

Meanwhile, Hitotsu Amber's steps were both firm and light. Her charming eyebrows and unrestrained smile gave the impression that the shovel she was holding was not a shovel, but a disobedient iron dog.

That weighs a ton!

"Is her running style the legendary horse-chasing technique?"