Uma Musume: To The Top!!

As the changing room door closed, the room was completely cut off from the commotion outside.

Kuroha walked to the corner and opened the enormous temperature-controlled case.

He removed the precision instruments one by one, then arranged them neatly on the nearby table in an orderly fashion.

At the same time, a rainbow radiance invisible to the naked eye quietly spread throughout the room at his command, rippling outward like waves across water.

Preparing [Panacea] in such a rudimentary changing room admittedly seemed rather careless.

But an environment could be changed.

That was especially true before Kuroha's current [Power of Blessings], which was only one month away from reaching true godhood.

As the point of "divine ascension" predicted by the Three Goddesses drew ever closer, Kuroha could feel the changes taking place within him with increasing clarity.

Not only had the speed and flexibility of his thoughts reached their absolute peak, but even his physical capabilities had risen to a terrifying, almost inconceivable level.

A few days earlier, while bored at the estate, he had secretly tested his current physical strength.

With a casual squeeze, he had crushed five extremely thick lengths of solid rebar together as easily as kneading dough, compressing them into an iron ball.

Even then, he had only been limited by the size of his hand—not by the limits of his strength.

By Kuroha's conservative estimate, even without using the [Power of Blessings], a full-force punch relying solely on his physical strength would now carry nearly a hundred tons of destructive force.

He was practically a miniature Superman.

Beyond the increase in his raw abilities, however, the most apparent change was the elevation of his very level of existence.

Kuroha could not say precisely how far it had advanced.

But judging by the most obvious changes in his everyday life...

Maruzensky and Folk Queen had both become even more attached to him at night than before.

And this was the tremendous improvement he had experienced before even becoming a god.

Kuroha could hardly imagine what heights the Three Goddesses themselves had reached as true deities.

"Suave Dancer, take off your outer clothes and lie down on the bed. I still need to calibrate the equipment, so give me two minutes."

Kuroha continued adjusting the instruments in his hands, casually issuing his instructions without looking back.

"..."

Suave Dancer glanced strangely at Kuroha, then at the enclosed little room and the bed beside her.

A faint blush rose across her face.

She could not stop some extremely questionable ideas from entering her mind.

After hesitating for several seconds, however, she pursed her lips and raised her hands to the fastenings over her chest.

With the soft rustling of fabric, the ornate layers of her racing outfit slipped off one after another.

When she reached the final layer, Suave Dancer paused. Blushing, she started reaching behind herself for the clasp while quietly grumbling, "Do I even have to take off my underwear? What kind of bizarre treatment is this...?"

Kuroha's hands abruptly stopped.

"Did McQueen seriously explain nothing at all before bringing you in here...?"

Without turning around, Kuroha helplessly explained, "The first part of the treatment involves using massage and manual examination to confirm your current physical condition while providing some preliminary therapy."

"Only after that can I formulate medicine precisely tailored to your condition."

"So you don't need to remove your underwear. Taking off the outer layers is enough."

"..."

Suave Dancer froze.

The next instant, her wheat-colored skin, which had only been faintly flushed before, rapidly turned bright red.

Even the tips of her ears looked ready to burst into flames.

"I-I-I... I know that! Of course I knew!"

After loudly attempting to cover her embarrassment, Suave Dancer guiltily shrank her neck.

Once she had confirmed that Kuroha was still facing away and organizing the instruments, she hurriedly refastened the clasp she had nearly undone.

Then she tiptoed over to the bed and sat down.

"Phew..."

Only after finishing all that did Suave Dancer quietly exhale and turn her gaze toward Kuroha.

She watched his focused, serious expression and the smooth yet highly professional movements of his hands as he operated the sophisticated equipment.

Her gaze gradually traveled upward, eventually settling upon his handsome profile.

Before long, she found herself staring blankly.

"...Now that I'm looking closely, he really is pretty handsome!"

The thought suddenly appeared in her mind, startling even her.

Hmm?

Could it be that, throughout my entire life, I've never encountered a single boy I found appealing...

Not because my standards were too high, and not because no one dared pursue an Umamusume...

But because I'm actually obsessed with handsome faces?

One thing was certain.

When people had nothing to do in a quiet, enclosed room, their imaginations tended to run wild.

During the few short minutes Kuroha spent arranging the equipment, the French girl's imagination had already soared into the heavens, conjuring up every possible scenario—reasonable or otherwise.

"All done."

Before long, Kuroha finally finished dealing with the complicated instruments. He dusted off his hands and turned around.

However, the sight before him made him pause.

Sitting on the edge of the bed was the French girl, now dressed only in the athletic base layer beneath her ornate racing outfit.

Her long, powerful legs were crossed, one hand supported her chin, and she was staring at him without blinking.

Without her elaborate racing outfit, her healthy, athletic physique was much more apparent. Every line of her body reflected the strength, flexibility, and explosive power she had forged through years of racing.

The most conspicuous detail was the white leather strap fastened around her right thigh.

It was positioned high on her leg and fitted so tightly that it left a visible indentation.

The decoration drew attention directly toward the powerful legs that were the pride of every Umamusume racer.

Although Kuroha was accustomed to helping the Umamusume at home with training and recovery, unexpectedly seeing a girl he barely knew waiting for treatment in only her athletic base layer still made him pause for an instant.

But it lasted only a moment.

He shook his head slightly and walked over.

Only after Kuroha turned toward her did Suave Dancer snap out of her wild daydreams.

"You're finished? Then hurry up and start!"

With that, she boldly leaned backward and sprawled faceup across the bed.

"...Not like that. Turn over and lie facedown!"

Kuroha approached and stared at her helplessly. "If you lie like that, where exactly do you expect me to massage?"

"...Oh."

Suave Dancer blinked awkwardly before obediently turning over and burying her face in the pillow.

Standing beside the bed, Kuroha first placed a hand against one of her tense, powerful legs.

Then he hooked a finger beneath the conspicuous white strap around her thigh and snapped it lightly.

"What is this even for?" Kuroha asked, exasperated.

"Mmm..."

Suave Dancer inexplicably shivered before turning her head to glance at the strap.

"It's a special decoration from my racing outfit."

"I consulted a lot of veteran racers when I designed it. They said wearing something like this would make the shape of my legs look better and draw more attention on the track!"

"But... Dancing Brave-oneechan rejected the idea and forcibly changed my shorts into full-length pants."

"I couldn't bear to abandon the design, so I secretly kept it as a hidden decoration and continued wearing it underneath."

A decoration hidden underneath...

Kuroha's expression filled with helplessness.

Nevertheless, he reached out, removed the obstructive strap, and tossed it aside.

"Are you ready? The process might feel a little... strange. Try to endure it."

"Don't worry! I've been ready for ages! I'm the Queen of France! There's no way a little pain could frighten me—"

Although Suave Dancer found his use of the word "strange" rather strange in itself, her voice remained as confident as ever.

He probably meant it would hurt.

But pain was something she had grown accustomed to long ago.

She wasn't afraid of it at all!

"Good."

Kuroha nodded and placed his hand against her lower leg.

He pressed down lightly.

"Eep!"

A muffled squeak escaped Suave Dancer as her entire body jolted.

Kuroha: "..."

Suave Dancer: "..."

(End of Chapter)

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