Uma Musume: To The Top!!

In the blink of an eye, three days quietly passed.

Europe, Ireland.

Giltown Estate's outdoor training field.

Tap, tap, tap—boom!

The sound of hooves striking the ground, originally light and even, had now transformed across this field into a terrifying rumble like rolling thunder.

On the track, a violet figure was flying forward.

It was clearly only the most basic routine running practice, yet her entire body seemed to have turned into an illusory stream of light.

With every heavy step she took, a suffocating, terrifying aura swept across the entire grass field like a tsunami.

Behind her, one black figure and one silver figure were gritting their teeth, panting heavily as they barely managed to keep up with her pace.

At that moment, quite a few people had gathered in twos and threes along the outer edge of the training field.

Many other training teams who, like Chasing Light and Dancing Brave's team, were temporarily staying at the estate because of Kuroha did not even have the courage to step through the gates of this training field.

Those Uma Musume, who could usually be considered elites in their own right, were all intimidated by the indescribable dominance pouring off the track.

One by one, the hair on their tails bristled, and they trembled with fear.

They would rather take a long detour to a farther training field than stay here for another second.

Quite a few trainers watched the backs of their own Uma Musume fleeing as if they had seen a ghost. Even when they wanted to call them back, they could not stop them, and could only shake their heads with helpless, bitter smiles.

Among the crowd, two trainers looked at each other and saw deep shock on one another's faces.

"The one running in there... that should be the rumored second-generation gray monster, McQueen from the Far East, right?"

"Who else could it be?"

The other trainer shook his head repeatedly and poured out his grievances.

"This year's generation was already ridiculous enough. Monsters keep popping up one after another."

"And now, inside that pile of monsters, there was actually a monster among monsters hiding too! How are the rest of us supposed to survive?"

Since the beginning of this year, the entire European circuit had practically become hell mode, with dark clouds hanging over it.

A full twelve top-level Uma Musume who had stepped into the [Domain] tier had divided up nearly all the graded races with overwhelming force.

It had left peripheral training teams like theirs suffering miserably, barely surviving in the cracks.

"Who said she's the only one?"

When the trainer who had first asked the question heard that, he raised his brows and jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction he had come from.

"Look. Over there, isn't there another one who's monopolized an entire training field by herself?"

There were not many top-level Uma Musume currently staying at Giltown Estate.

After thinking for only a few seconds, the other trainer arrived at the answer. He immediately sucked in a cold breath.

"You mean... France's Dancing Brave has that kind of pressure too? That absurd?!"

"Why else do you think I walked an extra kilometer early in the morning to come all the way to this training field? Because I had nothing better to do?"

The first trainer gave a deep sigh, waved his hand, and prepared to leave this painful place.

"All right, I'm not talking anymore. I'll be going first. I still have a race to prepare for in a while. If I can't afford to provoke them, can't I at least avoid them?"

"Fine, fine. See you."

The second trainer casually waved his hand as well.

But after a brief moment of thought, his own expression gradually became strange.

"Eh? Wait. McQueen's strength..."

He rubbed his chin, and his eyes gradually lit up.

"Doesn't that mean these two Uma Musume's apparent strength right now is roughly on the same level?"

Once that thought occurred to him, the supposed advantage held by the two main camps and their top trainers instantly vanished like smoke.

In its place was the instinctive狂 joy of Europe's bloodthirsty spectators.

"Haha! I thought McQueen, who defeated Generous, was already invincible under heaven. I didn't expect there to be another expert!"

"Looks like I absolutely have to watch this Irish Champion Stakes in seven days. Tickets! I have to see it live!"

Naturally, the other two major training teams did not know what those lower-tier trainers were thinking.

Inside this "occupied" training field, with Kuroha's return, McQueen's final-stage training was also gradually nearing its end.

In truth, long before McQueen's expedition plan had even properly begun, the talent hidden within her body had already been fully developed under the influence of the two goddesses.

Therefore, from then until now, the various training schedules Kuroha and Godolphin had arranged for McQueen basically only focused on polishing the depth of her techniques and absorbing experience summarized from all kinds of data from his previous life.

As for her current physical ability...

At that moment, Kuroha quietly stood at the edge of the track, fluorescence flickering in his eyes.

In an instant, a half-transparent panel that only he could see unfolded.

[Mejiro McQueen]

[Surface Aptitude: Turf S, Dirt A]

[Distance Aptitude: Sprint G, Mile S, Medium S, Long S]

[Style Aptitude: Front Runner S, Pace Chaser S, Late Surger S, End Closer F]

[Unique Skill: The Duty of Dignity Calls Lv5]

[Domain: End of the Skies—World!]

[Skills: Prudent Positioning, Focus, Wet Conditions, Professor of Curvature, Hydrate, Spring Runner, Stamina to Spare, Keeping the Lead, Highlander, Long Straightaways...]

[Speed: 1632, Stamina: 1780, Power: 1604, Guts: 1669, Wit: 1678]

Not only had all five core stats soared above a terrifying 1600, but her Stamina stat was even about to approach the 1800 mark!

And among those, aside from her commonly used distance and running-style aptitudes reaching a full six S ranks, the folded items in her skill column also nearly included every commonly used rare skill, excluding other Uma Musume's unique skills.

Add to that the [World] that had already reached the very pinnacle of the Uma Musume domain...

Kuroha did not even know how his own Uma Musume was supposed to lose.

Uh... Did that count as raising a flag against himself?

Kuroha's expression became a little strange, and he promptly cut off that inauspicious thought.

But as McQueen's trainer, no matter how confident he was in his own Uma Musume, before she stepped onto the final battlefield, he still had to complete every piece of logistical preparation he should complete.

Drawing his gaze back from the violet figure on the track, Kuroha picked up the tablet in his hand, closed McQueen's interface, and opened the next set of summarized data.

"I've basically sorted out the general framework of Dancing Brave's standard running style, technical habits, and even her tactical logic."

"However, I'm still missing the last bit of physical data..."

Kuroha frowned slightly and sighed inwardly.

Unfortunately, [Discern Body, Discern Aura] could only show a rough range.

If only it could be precise down to single digits like the system panel...

"In the end, I still have to rely on guesswork?"

In the model he had constructed in his mind, Dancing Brave was classified as a dangerous type similar to Obey Your Master or Super Creek—a tactical Uma Musume.

The wildness and spontaneity she currently displayed were only the surface-level data she had chosen to reveal.

What was hidden beneath that youthfully invincible, airheaded, single-minded exterior were the true fangs she intended to use for a decisive strike.

Although the Three Goddesses had said more than once that McQueen was now the undisputed world number one, Dancing Brave was, after all, the strongest of her era in the original history. There was no such thing as being too cautious.

After all, even a UD losing to a B+ was possible. What else could be impossible?

Still.

He had already made all the preparations he could. In the end, he could only rely on his own performance in the moment.

Kuroha narrowed his eyes and stared at the tablet in his hand. Just as he was thinking about how to integrate those incomplete estimated data points into a full simulation model, two unexpected figures slowly walked in from the training field entrance.

"Yoo-hoo—! Trainer Kuroha, perfect timing! Have you eaten?"

From far away, that dark-skinned beauty excitedly waved her arm and greeted him loudly, acting as if nothing had happened.

Dancing Brave?

Why was she coming over here instead of training at her own field at this hour?

Seeing this, Kuroha frowned slightly.

He turned his head and signaled for Godolphin beside him to help keep an eye on McQueen's training. Then he put away the tablet and went forward to meet the two French Uma Musume.

"Brave-san, Dancing Brave. What are you two doing here...?"

Kuroha asked in some confusion.

Brave first glanced at the excited Dancing Brave beside her. Only then did she speak somewhat helplessly.

"Trainer Kuroha, we... ahem. We wanted to discuss side-by-side training with you!"

"Specifically, between Dancing Brave and McQueen."

Kuroha: ?

What does that mean?

Kuroha's head filled with question marks.

You are the number-one major enemy who's about to fight us to the death in the next race.

And now, before the race, you're coming over to say you want us to help each other?

Seeing Kuroha's expression as though he had seen a ghost, even someone as thick-skinned as Dancing Brave felt a trace of embarrassment at that moment, and her little face flushed.

But the girl hardened her heart, pressed her palms together, and explained sincerely.

"This is what I was thinking. In four days, we're going to compete on the same stage as opponents, right?"

"I've never run together with McQueen, and I was thinking she's never competed against me either."

"In that case, why don't we take this chance to run a few laps together today and get used to each other's aura?"

"That way, when the actual race comes, it'll be good for everyone, won't it?"

As though afraid Kuroha would refuse, she even deliberately leaned half a step closer and added with solemn conviction.

"Don't worry! It'll just be the most ordinary kind of running a couple laps together. No need to think about who passes who!"

"Trainer Kuroha, in the training that follows, you can just treat me like one of your own Uma Musume! Please don't hold back because of me!"

Before Kuroha could react, an unexpected sound rang out.

[Ding. Uma Musume recorded: Dancing Brave (Temporary)]

Kuroha: ???

(End of Chapter)

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