Stop being a trainer!

"There are so many people with broken legs, and there are so many horse girls who have suffered from broken legs all along. Why should I doubt you?"

"..."

Because the doctor judged that I would have habitual fractures.

Because the president is not optimistic about my future.

Because everyone told me not to think too much, there is more than one future for Uma Musume.

Because I've never really run on a track.

Because you hate Uma Musume.

But now, I am afraid. Afraid to go on the field. Afraid to face other people's eyes. Even when the other party just looks at my calf, the Emperor of the East Sea feels a dull pain in my leg.

Compared to physical pain, spiritual death seems to be more unforgettable.

But looking at Kato Akira's fiery gaze, the East China Sea Emperor's countless reasons and excuses seemed to be stuck in his throat.

There was no comfort or sympathy in that look.

But strange.

"Why is this kid saying this now? What is this horse girl who can easily win the race saying here?"

"..."

The Emperor of the East China Sea had never seen such a look before.

She hasn't seen it once since the fracture.

Chapter 86: Matters concerning the Emperor of the East Sea (Part 2) (Second update!)

Therefore, the Emperor of the East China Sea became Kato Akira's responsibility.

It was a very common thing for the outside world, but for the two of them, it was a special miracle, because they could not communicate with each other and could not stand together.

But because of a strange fate, they developed a unique recognition of each other. How should I put it? It was like there was really no other way, so just make do with it. This was what the Emperor of the East China Sea thought at first.

My trainer is a scumbag.

He didn't like Uma Musume, looked down on running, and didn't think Uma Musume could save anyone. He simply regarded it as an entertainment product, an entertainment product that he didn't understand.

The honor that all the horse girls wanted to fight for was not worth mentioning to him, and he didn't even care about it at all. This fact would make the Emperor of the East Sea really angry sometimes.

But it was this kind of person who could look into her eyes without hesitation and say, "If you want to run, run. You can run."

Therefore, the Emperor of the East Sea wanted to cry. But at this time, she had no tears. She just numbly catered to the pity and care of others and locked herself in a cage. At this time, someone stretched out his hand and pulled her out of the abyss. The price was to give him a certain amount of money every month as the price of saving her.

He couldn't even guarantee that he wouldn't push her into the abyss again, nor could he guarantee that the road ahead would be smooth, but he did it so confidently and arrogantly.

"Well, do you want to run or not?"

"……think."

"Then run. You will win. If the burden is heavy, use this method. As long as you can win, everything will be good if you can win."

Kato Akira's gaze at that time was clear and pure, and even the Emperor of the East China Sea couldn't think of anything better to describe his gaze. It was very natural, as if it was a matter of course.

The Emperor of the East China Sea can win.

For Kato Akira, this kind of thing is natural and there is no doubt about it. It is common sense and an indisputable truth.

What can the Emperor of the East Sea do in the face of such feelings? She has no way to resist, nor can she refuse. The information that the Uma Musume can sense often exceeds that of humans.

To humans, this might be a casual remark, a casual answer in daily life, but it is like a heavy hammer that strikes the hearts of the horse girls again and again, beating their originally broken hearts into a more resilient state.

The Emperor of the East China Sea was resurrected from then on.

It’s not about running for others, it’s about running for yourself, for your trainer.

The Emperor of the East Sea is deeply grateful to those who love and care for him. Even now, the president is the horse girl she respects the most. It was because of the heroic figure of the emperor when he was racing that the Emperor of the East Sea wanted to run.

But now, the president did not trust her to stand up, and her classmates only looked at her with pity. Even the doctors and the team had announced that habitual fractures could no longer be treated. Even though the other soul in her body had died, the Emperor of the East China Sea was unwilling to accept it.

No matter what, she was unwilling to accept it. She was dragged off the court even though nothing had started yet. She hadn't even won three championships. She had just stepped onto the court, and she didn't even enjoy everyone's exclamations. She died halfway on the court. Who would accept such a thing? How could she accept such a thing so easily?

Therefore, the Emperor of the East Sea developed a great respect and affection for the trainer. This affection grew day by day, and it expanded so fast that even the Emperor of the East Sea was shocked.

He did not interfere with the East China Sea Emperor's own thoughts, but provided information on the side.

He did not use pattern signs as per the script, but personally brought the Emperor of the East China Sea to the snowy stadium and watched those people training.

"Look, look at the way they run. Training doesn't lie. Competitions do lie, but training doesn't. Where you exercise, there you will grow. Where you train, there you will gain experience."

Taking a long breath, Kato Akira took the East China Sea Emperor to look at the bustling training ground, looked at the horse girls who were training, and slowly expressed his opinions.

"So keep all this in your head. Since you think you can't escape the original route, just deceive everyone."

"Let their habits collapse, let their steps collapse, let their consciousness be confused. Let everything they are familiar with fall apart, and then you will gain absolute victory from it."

"You are already on the battlefield. Since you can't win in an upright manner, then you have to take an unconventional approach. Think, understand, and simulate. Look at their habits, simulate the way they run, all kinds of characteristics, details, spirit, and thinking. Simulate them all, and then disrupt their rhythm."

These are not words a serious trainer should say.

I used my sick leave to watch the players' training status from around, then arranged various calculations and methods in my mind, used my imagination to construct the competition scene, and finally adjusted my pace to make everyone's habits collapse like dominoes.

The competition is not a static thing. As long as the status of one horse girl is affected, it is very likely that other horse girls will also fall into the abyss. This is a possibility that Kato Akira gave the East Sea Emperor, an ignominious possibility, but it can really make the East Sea Emperor win.

So, the Emperor of the East China Sea did as he was told.

So she won.

It was an undoubted victory by a huge margin, and he undoubtedly got the honor he wanted.

To be honest, the Emperor of the East China Sea doesn’t care about the undefeated three championships or the future 7G1. She only cares about the fact that she can still run and breathe on the court.

She is on the battlefield. She is on the playing field.

The trainer is the banner that guides her. In countless moments of despair and confusion, she can always feel the gaze of absolute trust.

Even the Emperor of the East Sea couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she lost her trainer. What would she become if she lost everyone's trust?

The trainer can find new responsibilities, but the Emperor of the East Sea is left with only himself. He is the only one who can decide whether to go to the competition. When he thought of this, the Emperor of the East Sea felt a little inexplicably panicked.

Looking at the calendar hanging on the wall, the Emperor of the East China Sea finally made up his mind.

"Maya, Valentine's Day is coming up, how can I give money to my trainer in a natural way?"

"……Eh?"

The genius who could change at will looked at his roommate in deep thought and spoke in a monotonous voice once again.

Chapter 87: Valentine's Day War? (3rd update!)

"Speaking of which, what gift are you going to give Uncle on Valentine's Day?"

"...?"

"Why do you have such a strange expression?"

"So, what happened to Valentine's Day?"

"Ha...are you really a schoolgirl? I'm starting to doubt it."

"?"

Deep Impact looked at the confused metalworker in front of him and felt a deep sense of fatigue imprinted on himself.

How should I put it? Deep Impact is actually a horse girl who likes to talk a lot and also likes to cling to people, which is commonly known as the heavy type. She has a good relationship with everyone, so she also wants to build a good relationship with the goldsmith.

After all, she really had a strange, fateful affection for the metalworker, but there was also a subtle sense of regret. This emotion was quite complicated to talk about, so if you think about it carefully, it really sounded a bit confusing. However, for Deep Impact, she really wanted the trainer and the three of them to be well together.

Oh, and the Emperor of the East Sea may be added soon. But in short, it's a big family. Although the trainer has no interest in racing, his feelings for everyone are not fake, and he also hopes that everyone will have good results. This is a perfect combination of Deep Impact's love for the family.

And after all, she said something like that on the Ferris wheel. In short, Deep Impact felt that she should be a good sister at home, or, um, a more mature identity to comfort and arrange. So Deep Impact was very tolerant of the East China Sea Emperor, and she took the initiative to contact him about this matter.

But the goldsmith's bewildered look made her feel at a loss.

You are a normal female student after all. What are you doing without standing up when it comes to such romantic things and expressing feelings to each other?

Just staring at the dialog box all day long, rarely seeing each other, and then waiting for my true nature to be exposed and the trainer to give me the cold shoulder, and then crying in bed all night because I think it's not nice to speak loudly to Kato Akira, and then torturing me again the next day?

"Valentine's Day is a day to express your feelings. You can use this day to express your feelings, and to express your feelings that you are too shy to express. It's not just about men and women using Valentine's Day. There's still a week left until Valentine's Day. What are you going to do?"

"...?"

"That is to say, uncle, or anyone else, you must have feelings you want to express, right? Why not send them out on that day?"

"I do not have it."

"?"

Oh no, this child might have a mental problem.

Looking at the metalworker who was sitting on the bed wrapped in a small quilt, saying stupid things seriously, Deep Impact shook his ears and almost couldn't control his expression.

The goldsmith did not continue to wear a mask in the room. After all, a small air purifier had been placed in the room, and the symptoms of hay fever had been alleviated a lot, so the expression on that cute face that looked small and delicate could be seen clearly.

It was obvious that this child had a really innocent expression on his face and really felt that he had nothing to say. Deep Impact Sometimes it was really hard to believe that this guy who had a cute face and said naturally that he had nothing to hide was the guy who almost killed the Emperor of the East China Sea that day.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the difference is too big. She was quiet in the dormitory, and even a good student who took the initiative to study, organizing a lot of information and other things. She also spoke in a low voice, as if she was completely different from her famous sister. But in essence, this guy is completely holding everything in his heart.

"You really don't have anything to say to me?"

"Eh? Um. No. I'll contact him on the phone if anything happens. You see."

The goldsmith shook his ears, revealed a very innocent and simple smile, and shook his communication records from yesterday to his roommate.

"Yesterday he went to a celebration banquet with the Emperor of the East China Sea, and he apologized for not bringing me along, and he even sent me a lot of pictures. When I become the person in charge, it will surely be even more lively than it is now..."

"...I'm worried that when you become his boss, you might stop thinking."

"No, that won't happen. How could that be? Uncle is definitely not that kind of person. After all, we are pretty strong too. We will definitely talk nicely, ok."

"I'm not saying that the uncle can't think anymore, I'm saying that you can't think anymore... Forget it, there's no point in talking about this kind of thing. If the person involved can't think of it, there's nothing we can do."

There’s no other way, so just go by yourself.

Anyway, I wasn't the one who regretted it afterwards and beat my chest and cried on the ground.

After changing into the speed-first T-shirt again, Deep Impact changed into his going-out clothes in the room, looked at the metalworker and asked casually:

"So is there anything you want me to bring? If it's too big to bring in, just mention something small. Is there anything you really want? I can bring it over for you."

"Well, I'm going to go check it out."

"Didn't you say you didn't have anything to say?"

"Just take a look, maybe you'll think of it by then... something like that."

"..."

Looking at the goldsmith who was tugging at the corner of his clothes with a shy expression, it was hard for Deep Impact not to show a look of disgust.

So this guy is very troublesome at this time. He always seems to care about nothing and pay no attention to anything, but he always comes out at the critical moment. And then he fails at the even more critical moment.

But no matter how much he disliked the goldsmith, Deep Impact still couldn't hate this guy who looked a little hesitant. It was as if she was a child he was not qualified to have. In the end, he could only sigh and pat her shoulder with a doting look.

"We already said we should go out together, why don't we go change your clothes? I'll wait for you here."

"Thank you, thank you! I'll change my clothes right away!"

"Don't worry. It's not Valentine's Day yet. The lines at the store shouldn't be too long. Just take your time."

"Hey! Why are my clothes in this state?!"

"Didn't you say the other day that you wanted to make some decorations..."

So what can I do without myself?

Looking at the metalworker who wanted to cry but had no tears, Deep Impact sighed helplessly and walked up to help deal with it.

Chapter 88: Encounter (Fourth update!)

Actually, seriously speaking, the goldsmith has really good taste in clothes.