I'm Ornn, and I'm about to be beaten to my knees by the Man-eating Horse Girl!

Suddenly, the newly radiant woman snapped out of her daze. She looked at Orn with suspicion and asked, "Benefactor... you agree?"

"Agreed, after all, there are some problems on that mountain,"

Orn explained, “I just checked out the surrounding area. The steps are old and very slippery. It doesn’t seem as easy to train safely on that as it is to go and learn from Sukuna.”

"So we can rest for the next two days, and then we'll go up again the day after tomorrow and the day after that to check on the situation."

He was indeed telling the truth, but his truth contained a small information gap, and only in this way could he convince others that he was truly telling the truth.

Clearly, the newly blossoming radiance was still somewhat naive; upon hearing the news that she could relax, she immediately and joyfully plopped down on the other sofa.

Little Chestnut Hat's ears gradually perked up. She peeled open the eggshell and, like a white-bearded old man handing out Christmas presents, handed the egg to Orn.

Meanwhile, Fujimasa, who had been observing all this, sensed something was amiss. She subtly moved behind Orn and sat down, then her nose twitched.

...It has a light perfume scent, somewhat like the fragrance of orchids.

However, the smell wasn't strong; there was only a slight residue on Ornn's right shoulder.

Upon closer inspection, the blue-haired horse girl noticed very obvious wrinkles in his right shoulder's clothing, as if it had been roughly rubbed.

Did he accidentally bump into someone else?

'You scared me! I thought he...'

With a vague suspicion forming in his mind, Fujimasa Masakazu breathed a sigh of relief, then sat back down at the coffee table as if nothing had happened.

The four of them, each with their own thoughts, spent their first night at the hot spring hotel.

Chapter 51 Catheter

"Hehe, [key], [to pick up], and [to ten],"

"How about it, air tank? That's a good joke, isn't it?"

As Rudolf spoke, he smiled and looked behind him.

Qi Cao felt a sudden, intense dizziness wash over her, a sensation she had never experienced before.

Even when Rudolf's lame jokes attacked her in the past, they only made her feel a chill, never made her dizzy!

Could it be... could it be that Rudolf's joke has been escalated?! How could that be?!

The Empress gently pinched the space between her eyebrows, trying to relax her congested brain.

The emperor wouldn't suddenly be in such high spirits; something must have happened last night! And it happened somewhere he wasn't aware of!

Oh, by the way! Rudolf apparently went to Longquan Temple last night, and supposedly met someone he could really connect with. The two hit it off immediately and chatted until very late.

At the time, QiCao thought she had met the abbot of Longquan Temple, but now it seems that the person she was chatting with must have been someone else!

I was able to have a very pleasant conversation with Rudolf... plus, since last night, the level of Rudolf's lame jokes has suddenly increased...

Masaka!!

Qi Cao instantly understood everything; she finally realized the root cause of the unexpected disaster that had befallen her!

"You idiot... Don't let me find out who you really are!!"

Rudolf glanced at the gas gauge behind him, which was muttering something, and asked in confusion, "Gas gauge? What are you talking about?"

"Phew...it's nothing."

She took a deep breath, suppressing her grief and indignation, and said in a gentle tone, "The joke the president just told was indeed very... very good. Even I felt my heart pounding."

At this point, she suddenly changed the subject, seemingly casually asking, "I think the president's sudden increase in joke-telling ability is probably related to that friend from last night, right?"

Rudolf smiled and nodded, replying, "Yes, after my conversation with that friend last night, he gave me a lot of inspiration!"

"And speaking of which, he has some connection with us, because he is also a local trainer and a newcomer who got his certification last year."

The emperor sighed and continued, "If he weren't unwilling to come to the central government right now, I would have liked to have him come directly to our student council to help out. He could assist the central trainers at the school, which would be quite beneficial for his development."

"Ah, what a pity... what a pity..."

Hearing the emperor's lament, the empress's eyes darted around, and then a plan came to her mind.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and two lines of eyeliner drew the corners of her eyes upwards. At this moment, Qi Cao looked like a fox who had successfully pulled off a cunning plan.

"Oh dear, that's such a pity. I wonder if the student council president has his contact information? After all..."

Qi Kao continued, "After all, we are also on the mission of selection this time. Since the chairman values ​​him so much, can't we just transfer him to the central government?"

As she spoke, she pointed to the student council badge in her hand.

Upon hearing this, Rudolf hesitated and said, "But he has already promised me that he will come to the Central Government when he has free time. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to transfer him to the Central Government so forcefully?"

"Alas! That's wrong!"

Qi Kao smiled and said, "President, that's obviously just his excuse! It's because he feels inferior as a local trainer that he doesn't dare to come to the central government!"

"As long as we take him to the central government and let him experience its atmosphere, he will naturally stay!"

"To avoid alerting him, let's stick to the original plan and start by inspecting Treson near Nagoya before inviting him. What do you think?"

Rudolph hesitated for a moment, perhaps a second, before agreeing with the strategist's suggestion.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

After a night's rest, Rudolf and his companion's relaxation was over. Starting the next day, they had to set off to begin their investigation.

Seeing Rudolph turn away, Qi Cao's lips curled slightly, and his eyes turned somewhat unfriendly.

Plan pass り.....

Hmph... How dare you escalate the Emperor's lame joke... I'll teach you a lesson!

On the fifth-floor balcony, watching through a monocular telescope as the air tank and Rudolf got into the car and drove away, Orn couldn't help but grin crookedly.

Plan pass...

The trap is now set. If nothing unexpected happens, that joking horse girl will fight to the death with thin air.

After all, the phone number wasn't theirs, and by the time they realized what was happening, the wise and mighty Mr. Orn had already returned to his loyal Kasamatsu Tressen with his three attendants.

Now that the biggest obstacle has been removed, the training plan should be put on the agenda.

Ignoring the objections of the newly radiant radiance, Orn herded them like sheep to the top of Longquan Temple Mountain, where they began stair-climbing training.

Climbing stairs may seem old-fashioned, but it's a quick way to improve a horse's stamina and coordination in a short period of time.

Kasamatsu Tressen has too few training facilities; even the stairs are the old-fashioned kind with only one floor. The long slope at the top of Ryusenji is just right for training.

Not only were they training, but Ornn himself was also busy.

Upon arriving at the main hall once more, he went straight to the abbot and asked, "Master, is there any self-defense or health-strengthening technique available for worshippers to learn at Longquan Temple?"

The abbot clearly hadn't expected that in the 21st century, there would still be young people who wanted to learn martial arts.

He waved his hand and asked curiously, "I dare not presume to ask for your guidance, but what I am curious about is why you would like to learn these martial arts techniques?"

"this....."

Orn scratched his head. He couldn't very well say that he was afraid of being caught by the horse girl, could he? Wouldn't that be too embarrassing?

"It's like this, Master, I have a friend who's being harassed by a group of thugs, and it's affecting his daily life."

“My friend has a rather strong personality and he also knows a little bit about martial arts, so he wanted to ask me to teach him some basic martial arts techniques for self-defense.”

The abbot of Longquan Temple nodded knowingly. In this day and age, there are always some shady characters who harass ordinary people.

Besides, you can't really control these people. Even if you call the police and get them reprimanded, they'll just be released again in a few days.

After all, all they're doing is harassment, or at worst, physical altercation. For these seasoned veterans, making them suffer a bit might be more effective.

“Ah, I understand now. However, although Longquan Temple is an ancient temple, it no longer trains martial monks.”

Hearing the abbot say this, Orn could only shake his head and smile wryly.

That makes sense. In this day and age, if you want to learn these martial arts skills, it's probably faster to enroll in a Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) training class.

"but....."

But the old monk suddenly smiled and said, "However, I do have a friend whose dojo might be able to meet your requirements."

Have you heard of the "Kongo Hachigaki-ryu" martial arts style?

Author's note: This product will be available tomorrow.

This chapter is a message from the author upon the book's release.

According to the editor, this section needs to be updated.

I still want to thank all the brothers and sisters who came to support me. I wrote this Uma Musume fanfic entirely out of my own interest in reading strange books.

Come to think of it, I'm probably one of the very few people who read the strange books first, played the game, and never watched the anime.

The updates on that well-known pornographic forum are incredibly slow, especially now that the Chinese version of Uma Musume Girls has died out and the stats on the Japanese version have become even more inflated. Writing Uma Musume Girls fanfiction isn't a wise choice at all.

Whether from the perspective of making money or from the perspective of building popularity, this is not the optimal decision.

But I still started writing. I've had a lot of free time lately, so I'm unlikely to stop updating. After all, I sometimes find myself laughing when I write Uma Musume fanfiction, so it's quite an interesting thing.

Thank you again to all the readers who were willing to watch my crosstalk performance.

Chapter 52 Training Camp Ended! Stamina +3!

"Eight-fold Vajragaki-ryu?"

Orn recalled that if the monk asked about the unique martial arts techniques of Wudang and Emei, he could probably make up some nonsense to answer him.

But now he was in Japan, a foreign land, and of all the local martial arts styles, he only knew of the Two Heavens Style that Miyamoto Musashi had once used.

Although he vaguely remembered that this so-called master swordsman, in his final duel with Kojiro, didn't seem to use the Japanese sword that samurai were so proud of, but rather a country oar.

However, now that there are three goddesses present, it's not impossible that Miyamoto Musashi might have undergone gender reassignment surgery and become a beautiful young female warrior.

Ornn's mind conjured up an absurd image of a brand-new, radiant figure wielding oars, aiming straight for Little Chestnut's head. He quickly shook his head and asked:

"Master, I'm not very familiar with the different styles of Japanese martial arts. Is your friend very strong?"

"Strength...?"

The old monk looked up into the distance; since it wasn't a holiday, Longquan Temple had practically no tourists.

Apart from three girls hopping and skipping on the steps not far away, only the calls of birds and animals provided any semblance of life to the temple.

"Young man, do you know why this place is called Longquan Temple?"

Orn shook his head, and the old monk smiled and said, "There is a pond behind the temple. According to the local county records and the temple's own records, there seems to have been a dragon in that pond."

"Of course, this is actually a kind of feudal superstition. It is said to be a dragon, but it is just an intermittent eruption of hot springs hidden underground."

"The ancients described this fountain as a giant dragon, which is the origin of Longquan Temple."

"And the current pinnacle of the [Eightfold Vajra Enclosure Style] might be an existence that even the true dragon in my temple cannot defeat."

The old monk uttered some ambiguous words, gazing at the sky as if transported back to the time twenty years ago when he first met his friend.

"He once wielded a blade forged to resemble the demon sword Murasame, and in the span of two breaths, he severed 16 bamboo stalks as thick as bowls."

"At the same time, he once single-handedly defeated a fully grown, enraged black bear while wielding a samurai sword, protecting tourists who came to the mountain, and he was not injured in the process."

The abbot of the temple smiled and asked, "If you are interested, I would recommend that you study under him, what do you say?"

Orn began to have some doubts, after all, what the monk said was indeed quite alarming.

This isn't some martial arts world. How could someone single-handedly defeat a black bear unharmed? How was that possible? Was it through invincible frames during a roll?

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is this Eightfold Vajra Enclosure Style really that powerful? Then may I ask what the name of this bear-slaying hero is?"

"His name is Hidetoshi Miyazaki. Like you, he is also a trainer, but he is a trainer from the Central Training Center."

The old monk rummaged through his robes and pulled out a slightly crumpled business card, then took out a totem carved with intersecting sword blades.

"His dojo is located in Nagoya, and it's considered the most famous dojo in the area,"

"If you have time, take this token to visit him. It's a promise he made to me back then."

Orn nodded, took the token, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He reached out and tried to pull it out, but he couldn't get the token out of the monk's hand, who had a warm smile on his face!

"Hehe, if you don't offer the pearl, how can you pick it up?"

The old monk's expression turned cunning, and Orn immediately understood his scheme.

After building up so much emotion in this story, you're finally waiting for me here, aren't you?