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

Watching the little chestnut hat disappear into the distance, Orn rubbed his face vigorously, forcefully straightening his furrowed brows.

"Wait a minute? I don't think I showed any negative emotions, right? How did she notice?"

He took a deep breath, turned and left the passageway, walking towards the audience seats.

"Phew... Time to go watch the game."

Standing on the field, Oguri Hat patted the sand beneath her feet, then nodded.

Just like when we came here a couple of days ago to get used to the site, this sandy area is very similar to, or even exactly the same as, the sand in Kasamatsu Tressen.

Calmly walking through the gate, Oguri looked back at the trainers' seats in the audience.

Although she seems a bit dull, in her daily life, even the newly emerging brilliance and the Tengzheng March have teased her about being somewhat dazed.

However, Oguri Hat considers herself to be quite perceptive when it comes to emotions.

Just now in the corridor, although Ornn still had the same expression as when she was training in Kasamatsu, she could sense a deep sorrow in her trainer's brows.

If Tengzheng March were here, he would probably immediately start asking about the root of Ornn's troubles.

Oguri Hat, however, chose not to do so. Thanks to the teachings of her gentle and highly emotionally intelligent mother, although she didn't know how to help Orn resolve his troubles, she knew what she, as his guardian, should do.

Trust Ornn, and then do your best to win.

Inside the gate, the horse girls on both sides felt an extremely violent aura emanating from the white-haired horse girl. The terrifying pressure even made some of the timid horse girls flinch, only managing to steady themselves by gripping the fence in front of the gate.

The incident at the stadium gates naturally attracted the attention of others. Fujii Izumi successfully broke through the blockade of other radio reporters with his elbow strike and rushed to the front of the stands.

He raised the camera and scanned the area from left to right, finally fixing his gaze on the white-haired horse girl in passage number four.

"Heh...hehe...hey! This is exactly what I wanted to see!!"

Looking at the wild, agile horse girl in the camera lens, Fujii Izumisuke couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

Without a doubt, among all the horse girls present, only Oguri Hattori has the qualifications to take the next step into G2G1!

He held his camera, snapping away: "This aura is almost identical to that of the emperor back then!! What terrifying fighting spirit!! It's just a little too ferocious. If he could control his aura a bit more, heh... then he could truly step into the T1 level!"

As the announcer began the countdown, the horse-like creature inside the gate immediately rushed out.

Under the influence of that terrifying aura, the mentality of the other contestants inevitably changed, which further prevented them from demonstrating their full strength.

The horse girl, using the escape gait, was driven by Oguri Hat's aura to accelerate continuously, but by the middle of the game, she had already exhausted her stamina.

Oguri Hat easily overtook her; in her eyes, only the finish line remained.

Mud flying everywhere, excellent visibility.

Although she couldn't use [Raging Speed] to further accelerate, her shoes and her own exceptional stamina made up for it.

At Kyoto Racecourse today, Oguri Hat is undoubtedly the emperor!

"She's crossed the finish line!! First place goes to Oguri Hat!! She proved with absolutely terrifying strength that her past victories were not just luck!!"

"A decisive eight-horsepower victory! Oguri Hat secured her sixth win, and her first G3 big prize race!!!"

The audience erupted in cheers once again, and even Izumi Fujii, sitting at the very front of the crowd, was excited.

When he heard his reporters discussing the "flash" and "monster" that had appeared in Kasamatsu, he initially expressed disdain.

'It's just that those local Tresoners want to create a female horse rider to ride on the emperor's coattails.'

This was Fujii Izumi's initial idea. After all, as a top student majoring in journalism, he knew all too well what these so-called reports were really about.

However, he couldn't resist the constant persuasion from his subordinates and colleagues, and even his superior, the director of sports competitions at TBS Broadcasting Corporation, advised him in casual conversation to watch their games.

Fujii Izumi hesitated. He didn't trust the judgment of his subordinates and colleagues, but he trusted the judgment of his mentor, the station director. In the end, he still opened the video about Oguri Hat and the Tengzheng March competition.

Just fifteen minutes later, Fujii Izumisuke immediately changed his mind.

"Director, as you know, I've always been a supporter of the Dolan team. We've witnessed their historic moments together, and Oguri is incredibly strong. I think if our TBS were to do an exclusive interview with them, it might create a great chemistry, and we could even take down NHK!"

"After careful and thoughtful consideration, I've decided to immediately go to Kyoto Racecourse for an exclusive interview with Oguri Hat. I can't wait to exchange experiences with that mysterious trainer,"

"As for those who question Dolan's team? Haha, good luck to them!"

The final outcome at the Kyoto tournament confirmed Fujii Izumisuke's prediction: Oguri Hat was indeed a rough gem waiting to bloom, and one that hadn't been widely publicized!

If he could get in touch with that mysterious trainer from Dolan's team first, wouldn't he be able to get more firsthand information?

However, this trainer was truly mysterious; Fujii Izumi tried many connections but still couldn't find out his identity.

But this didn't stump his extraordinary wisdom. Since his identity couldn't be found online, why not just use his physical body to investigate?

Right now, Oguri Hat's trainer is probably waiting backstage behind the winner's stage. Hmph, if I just force my way in and secretly take a few photos, we can mutually benefit from it, right?

That trainer is definitely not a difficult guy like old man Rokuhei. As long as I show him the eloquence of the head of the Tokyo University debate team, I can naturally fool him into losing his way!

Without hesitation, Fujii Izumi used his elbow strike to clear a path to leave the ring, then jogged past the guards and quietly made his way to the backfield before his entrance.

Just as he expected, Oguri Hat was standing in the passageway waiting for something. It seemed he was about to unveil the mystery trainer's identity!

"Hey! Let me see who you really are!"

As he spoke in a low voice, Izumi Fujii picked up the camera from his chest.

He leaned closer to the camera, but could only see complete darkness.

"Huh? The camera is broken?"

Fujii Izumi looked away from the camera in his hand with a puzzled expression, and then a face with a kind smile appeared before him.

Orn reached out and grabbed the bespectacled man's camera, asking kindly, "Bro, do you think you're Sherlock Holmes?"

Chapter 75 Public Opinion War

Fujii Izumi looked at the man who had suddenly appeared in front of him with some surprise, and couldn't help but be taken aback.

As a highly skilled war correspondent, he studied under masters Ezio Auditore da Florence and Altaïr Ibn Rahad, learning advanced techniques such as stealth walking and silent infiltration.

After graduating from the University of Tokyo, Izumi Fujii honed his skills to perfection in the journalism field, his infiltration abilities rivaling those of the legendary Iga ninjas of Japanese history.

Even the student council president of Central Teresen was impressed by his skills and rewarded him with the rule that he could not enter Central Teresen without permission. If he was caught by the patrolling guards, he would be given a 14-day trip to the detention center as a bonus.

But how could the man in front of him have gotten so close without him noticing, and even managed to grab his precious camera without him realizing it?

Fujii Izumi was shocked, and at the same time, he was a little flustered, because the camera contained precious photos of Oguri Hattori during the match. What if something happened to him?!

So he reached out and grabbed the other man's shoulder, twisting his waist in the direction of the force from his hands, trying to break free from the man's grasp using the twisting motion of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and also to give this suddenly appearing man a warning.

But just as he was about to exert his strength, the man in front of him immediately realized his intention.

With his free left hand, he grabbed the reporter by the collar and lifted him up with one hand!

"N-Nani!!??"

Fujii Izumi was shocked again. He was a 160-pound adult male, and with the camera and other equipment he was carrying, he was almost 200 pounds! How could the other person lift him up with one hand?!

The man looked at him with a calm gaze and slowly said, "The Book of Rites says, 'A gentleman who is not dignified will not command respect.' Do you know what that means?"

Fujii Izumi pounded on the other's hard, steel-like arms with both hands, panting as he asked, "What... what do you mean?"

"Hmph, a gentleman must strike hard when he hits someone, otherwise he can't establish his authority!"

"Since we've come this far, let's bury him here!!"

"You audacious little thief, how dare you try to take pictures like this! Watch me unleash my monstrous strength and beat you into a frenzy!!"

As he spoke, the man raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, ready to strike Fujii Izumi on the head.

Just by seeing that fist, Fujii Izumi understood one thing: if he didn't give a reasonable explanation in the next few seconds, his head would burst open like a dye shop, with red, purple, blue and white all at once!

"Spare me!! Hero, spare me!! I'm a reporter!! A reporter from TBS Broadcasting Station!! I'm here to invite Oguri Hattori, the trainer, to discuss a friendly collaboration with our station, and I also hope to explore further cooperation with my company. I personally admire Oguri Hattori greatly, so I'm here to take this opportunity to interview him and get some exclusive news and secrets. I have elderly parents and young children to support, so please, hero, spare me!!"

Orn's fist stopped in front of the reporter's nose. He thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, I'll let you off this time."

Fujii Izumi's tongue-twisting rap just now naturally caught Oguri's attention. She looked at the dressing room door behind her with a puzzled expression, and then looked curiously at the two who seemed to be lifting each other up in a friendly manner, and asked, "Torena? How did you get here? What game are you playing?"

Without batting an eye, Orn placed the reporter, who was already sweating profusely, on the ground and then said with a smile, "It's nothing. I just happened to run into a friend, so I gave him a friendly hug."

Little Chestnut Hat, unsuspecting, twitched her ears and then opened her arms.

Seeing the girl's expectant gaze, Orn reluctantly bent down and gently hugged her.

"Alright, Oguri, this is your reward for winning. Now go to the winner's stage. I have something to say to this friend."

Little Chestnut Hat nodded excitedly, and after waving goodbye to Orn, she entered the stage through the entrance passage on the side.

Fujii Izumi sat somewhat nervously in the 15-square-meter lounge. Although the room was sparsely furnished—just one or two sofas and a table—it felt incredibly oppressive to him.

Of course, the source of the repression... is sitting on the other side of the table examining his camera.

'Is this the mysterious trainer? He doesn't look very old, maybe four or five years younger than me...'

Fujii Izumi carefully sized up the young man in front of him, pondering to himself as he did so.

"He's about 1.85 meters tall, very tall and strong, and it's possible he has experience in fitness training and martial arts."

"His arm muscles are very prominent, but he's not like the muscular hunks from America; he's more like... an ancient military commander, right?"

"His eyes are bright and piercing, his daily routine is likely very regular, and he has a lot of energy. There's a stubborn streak between his brows, but it could also be what the face reader calls righteousness."

"Tsk tsk, what an extraordinary person! Even after working as a reporter for so long, I've rarely seen someone with such a unique charisma."

After a moment, Orn put down his camera, looked at the somewhat uneasy reporter in front of him, and said, "Okay, you didn't take any candid photos for now, and your photos are indeed of good quality. You've passed this test."

"Similarly, I can agree to your request for an exclusive interview."

Fujii Izumi sat up excitedly: "Really? Thank you so much..."

Orn reached out and shook his head, saying, "Don't rush. An exclusive interview is indeed possible, but I will decide the content of the interview. No filming or interviewing is allowed without my permission. Do you agree?"

Fujii Izumi thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's no problem. In interviews about the role, the trainer's advice is a crucial element, and we will give it full consideration."

"Do you have any other requests?"

Orn stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and suddenly asked, "You... you are indeed a journalism major, right?"

Fujii Izumi frowned and said, "Of course, I'm not a journalism major, so why would I be a reporter?"

"That's good,"

Orn laughed and said, "I'd like to ask you to help me create some momentum."

"Building momentum?"

"Yes, create a stir,"

"You probably already know why our team members always display tremendous strength and continuously challenge well-known tournaments, right?"

Fujii Izumi replied seriously, "Of course, if I'm not mistaken, you want Oguri Hat to participate in the Japanese derby at the end of May, right?"

Orn nodded and said, "Yes, but according to some reliable intelligence, Oguri may not be able to participate in the Japanese derby."

"Why? Is it because you didn't submit an application?"

Ornn shook his head.

"So... is it because you haven't accumulated enough fame?"

Ornn shook his head again.

Fujii Izumi seemed to have thought of something; he was about to speak, but then he closed his mouth again.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked, "Is it because of the URA Association?"

"It's very close. Reporter, guess what?"

Not the association? Then who could it be? It couldn't be someone from the association, could it? That would be a board member...

Fujii Izumisuke finally understood everything. As a reporter being groomed by the president of TBS Broadcasting Corporation, he naturally understood the behind-the-scenes power struggles involved.

He said bitterly, "This...this is probably a bit too shocking, isn't it?"

Orn handed the camera to Fujii Izumi, then suddenly laughed and said, "That's right, so I never intended for you to disclose these things."

"Your Excellency, I believe you understand the allure of journalism far better than I do. We don't need to directly expose the mastermind behind this; we just need to find the organization that overtly manages the conference and put the pressure on them."

Fujii Izumisuke looked up at the young man beside him, who was a few years younger than himself.

He asked, "Is this also a prerequisite for an exclusive interview?"

Orn nodded and replied, "Yes, and with my consent, I will entrust exclusive information such as photos of the Dolan Squad's daily life and training to TBS Broadcasting Station."

Fujii Izumi gave another wry smile. He kept rubbing the camera in his hands, and his right leg began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Damn it, isn't this just an open conspiracy? Is this guy really several years younger than me? Are you sure he's not some cunning old fox who's cultivated himself into a demon?"