Chapter 1009: NO.132: Lipiya harmed Mefilas!

NO. 132: Lipiya harmed Mefilas!

The three-horse-length gap had already been easily opened from the early to middle stages; in the clear images and sound captured by the high-speed camera, the breathing of the childhood friend behind already contained some obsession's impurity.

"Obviously it's just a symbolic run..." In Mefilas's sigh, there was a hint of helplessness that couldn't be avoided.

No matter how indifferent a pose one strikes beforehand, once you start running, isn't it completely exposed?

It's fine; rather, it's supposed to be like this.

Oh? How do you know that?

Turning his head to look at Suzi, who had responded, little Aomo felt a bit surprised.

After all, she wasn't in the training schedule followed from memory, yet she indeed came, saying she wanted to cheer on Chazuo and Bopang; but as the direct victim, even if Aomo became little Aomo, he still felt being watched.

That's the watcher, huh...

Suzi and Qian had indeed reached some agreement... Holding this speculation that could almost be seen as a conclusion, little Aomo didn't mind it much, after all, aside from indeed talking with Suzi and Bopang, the other party remained quiet at other times and didn't interfere with this side's schedule.

Such a quiet watcher, in this childlike form, actually felt somewhat familiarly ancient.

It was precisely in that sustained silence that she, for once, responded to remarks about others, as if she perceived her cooperation with Sirius under telepathy.

Regardless of whether she noticed, little Aomo's skillful feigned ignorance using his appearance remained impeccable then and now.

Even a madman before the test bench merely stared at his 'rigid' face for a few seconds, then pouted and turned back, answering:

These two have long been celebrities in their own right, let alone the childhood-friend connection; even if Sirius's performance isn't outstanding, those who obsess over the Ludaofu symbol will dig up their relationship and past.

'Dig enough, and you'll gossip endlessly about the childhood friend's rivalry and persistence?' The alien calmly understood the latter part.

'Exactly, you should know this best, Guinea Pig-kun~'

'Suzi…' Chazuo, beside him, found it hard to listen, 'The trainer's condition today is just not good.'

Bopang also sized up the trainer, whose appearance was still mechanized like hers, then turned back: 'Master, state "juvenile," judged abnormal; Suzi team member, was the medication adjusted?'

'Um, to better recover the body, naturally we should optimize the original formula.'

She openly admitted it, causing Mefilas's curved eyes to cast a subtle, hard-to-understand glance.

'Is my current way of thinking, which better reflects my bodily age, also your masterpiece?'

'Heh heh, this also counts as giving the guinea pig better stress relief, right? If the tension stays too tight, watch out for an existence like Demon God Zero showing up~'

'That remark would only make sense if you'd said it last week.'

Little Aomo had a blank expression.

Having just returned from Cuckoo Terrace a day ago, he was in an unprecedented period of relaxation.

There was no pressing case, no match needing immediate data preparation, and even the long-standing self-imposed mental knot had been undone.

Even in a state of inner lack, he likewise accepted the affection of Qian, whom he had intentionally avoided, gaining a lively and lovable girlfriend.

Apart from the girlfriend's fierce offensive after dating being a luxurious worry, everything was relaxed, with no hint of being tightly wound.

Obviously, Ailisuzhi has the talent to spout nonsense with a straight face; even after being exposed like this, she says carefree: 'How could it be? Guinea Pig-kun, with your self‑abusing guinea pig nature, you'll quickly find a burden for yourself.'

'…Speaking of Aizhi, is something wrong with her?'

With the mindset of paying attention to the kids under him, little Aomo spoke up.

Yes, not a kid king, but a child prophet.

Little Aomo doesn't like being the center of a crowd, naturally won't lead companions actively, but he often gets the chance to be the kids' 'understanding brother,' giving them the correct instructions they should follow when they're worried, tearful, or crying.

He had even been dubbed 'KindProphet' by a few amused adults—a teasing title that means 'benevolent prophet' in Hongying District but 'child prophet' in Bode District.

'Condition? That guy's always like that, huh?' Suzi said irritably, 'He's just fussing on his own, mentally draining himself; today he's probably battling a pillow.'

'Everything has a reason,' little Aomo said, 'At first glance, his self‑absorbed behavior might also be…'

'Alright, alright, I know what you want to say—don't bother with the useless stuff; you wouldn't talk like that normally.'

'Indeed so.'

Regardless, realizing one's act has fallen short is always a blow to a child's psyche, although strictly speaking, ordinary children would forget it quickly.

But Aomo is clearly not an ordinary child.

He instinctively looked at the two horsegirl races that, strictly speaking, were at their peak.

One, about to retire, had been fighting abroad all along; though glory was infrequent, she remained strong. The other, retired several years ago, though still training, couldn't match the current training volume, and as an eight‑time champion her strength had somewhat declined.

Now the gap had become two horse lengths instead of three.

As the Sirius symbol's earnestness, though lip‑service, gradually approached, the Ludaofu symbol, which had been training at daily exercise intensity, likewise stepped into that natural stride.

She adjusted her stride to an extent that didn't affect stride frequency, unconsciously refining her posture for the sprint phase to avoid shoulder pressure and lane drift—techniques other horsegirls must consciously control, but for her they were instinct.

That stride, which could earn her the title of emperor, was trampling the earth and tearing the gale.

Though no skill light flared, it seemed she had already stepped forth with the majesty of a ruler; the ground she rang sounded like thunder, and the on‑screen speed readout gave a figure so striking the three girls beside the track couldn't ignore.

The huge gap between one‑year and three‑year active service was already anticipated by all.

They had even seen the finishing‑time result of Aimu Zhiji, a second‑year active runner.

As for the scenery above, Meipu Bopang generally had the most say.

Even so, upon seeing that number she would still freeze in place, as if crashed.

Until that icy, segmented hand patted her shoulder did she instinctively shudder, lift her head to see him not bowing to meet her gaze but still staring far off with that icy face.

At the same time she saw his other hand, its segmented fingers each patting Chazuo and Suzi on the shoulder with five fingers.

'Compared to those icy numbers, isn't the Benz's posture more worth noting?'

He spoke calmly, pretending not to hear the sudden sound in his ear:

'Oh~ should I say it's as I expected, or even better than expected? Haha, Aomo‑kun, this world really is great!!'

Alexis Kailifu, the alien who had previously come along with Aomo and Qian's return and had sneaked into this world, while both sides were dealing with salinity, nonchalantly became a traveling frog, saying to himself he wanted to learn about this world.

Then he disappeared into the net.

Like some kind of thing similar to Witch Beast, Morisen, Jie Si Ti Si, and Zhouri Ningjing.

Then coming back was just right, precisely cutting off the current scenery.

There was not a trace, before the former Xin Tiao Qian, with meticulous wording enlivening the atmosphere, giving Qian approval, praise, and giving, the elder's demeanor that made one's mood extremely comfortable.

But actually, this guy, whether in tone or that habitual fawning way of speaking, hasn't changed from the past.

Only the way everyone looks at Him has changed.

At least for little Aomo, hearing this guy's praise gives no sense of achievement or gain whatsoever.

Even if the other party is also a paper character from the special effects works he likes to watch, seeing them truly appear before him would still give a feeling of 'that's all there is'.

Sigh... Isn't this kind of middle-aged man a very common ordinary type in the demon realm area?

Even the little nurturing welfare home in his memory has records of several such volunteers.

This can be considered Aomo's enlightenment in observing and forming impressions of such people.

「Aomo-kun~ Don't stay silent, and don't pretend not to see me~」

「Xiao Qian over there, burying herself in organizing the script, already makes me feel down; if you also act like that, it would make me even sadder~」

This tone doesn't sound very sad, does it?

Little Aomo silently gazed toward the finish line in the distance, eventually enduring it, and throughout there was no flare of the Sirius Symbol's skill light.

Having such determination makes this big sister really troublesome; it's hard to imagine how I'll handle things after changing back.

「Pay attention to me a bit, Aomo-kun; I haven't gone around broadcasting your affairs, oh~ Look over here. 」

「Relax, relax, I still know how to repay kindness; since you didn't mention my affairs to Guli Te, letting me smoothly come to this interesting place, I definitely won't harm you. 」

Would a guy like you also have normal gratitude and repay kindness?

It's hard not to suspect this is logical assistance akin to a black Holy Grail.

「Eh eh eh, don't just shift your gaze back like that! Actually, as I passed by the nearby internet, I noticed something interesting: the name Aomo Lindun and the name Mefeilas have appeared together four times in the surveillance system. 」

「Not made public; there are two groups of people, both seem to understand boundaries, they immediately fell silent, but they're probably looking for you—are you interested? 」

「Who is it? 」

Mefeilas, who suddenly spoke up, caused the three people nearby to raise their heads.

Even the person far off, slowly approaching while holding a mineral water bottle, the Ludaofu Xiangzheng and the Sirius Symbol also twitched their ears slightly.

Some doubtful gazes were directed at the little Aomo who hadn't turned on the public broadcast.

「Right, I'll just show you these two; they'll probably find this place soon~」

Instead of directly hacking into the surveillance sync, he displayed two screenshots that covered most of his face in front of the screen; little Aomo looked at the two figures on them and hesitated for a moment whether to transmit immediately.

After all, both of them hold a vivid place in his memory.

They were respectively his penguin logistics coworker and that coworker's 'lackey', whom he had been slow to figure out how to respond to, and…… the 'opponent' he had previously considered inviting to a izakaya for a chat.

Qierenina. Texas, Lapulande. Saluzuo, and Lipiya.

With clearly different backgrounds, and by coincidence at the same time, they simultaneously visited this training ground prepared for the horse girls.

They should all have someone guiding them… but when he thought of this, the light screen timely popped up a contact note for Guino Xiaomei.

「... No need to fuss, just bring the guests over. 」

After receiving the communication, he spoke directly, then saw the other party and the nearby staff's visibly stunned expressions, followed by a moment of realization.

What have you realized……

Nowadays, little Aomo, thinking it might be better to keep stirring the water, also feels somewhat clueless.

Originally he should have run… this is fundamentally not something he should face……

But…

But the first-generation Ultraman came looking for me!