Chapter 1461: NO．77：The Moon Does Not Emit Light

NO．77：The Moon Does Not Emit Light

Thanks to a certain idea‑king chairman who is willing to spend excessively on training endeavors, the training field standards of Central Tiresen have always been high.

So high that, in the rankings of training grounds compiled by those senior trainers themselves, it steadily stays in the top five.

Of course, as a school's teaching facility, the Central Training Field is destined to serve as many students as possible.

This general‑purpose route is destined to have its limit at the top five.

No matter how much money is poured in, how many designers are hired for optimization, or how many real‑time updates are made, it still cannot meet the industry's ever‑expanding demand for training research.

The newer the 'research' item, the lower the chance it can be conducted at the Central Training Field—which is exactly why Aomo arranged to meet the Sirius Symbol here at the Beta Training Field.

Although not incompatible, the Beta Training Field's customization features only underwent a major update last month.

The greater freedom of venue and mode compatibility is enough for Aomo to fulfill training conditions that are one hundred percent faithful to the plan's requirements, sparing the hassle of on‑the‑fly adjustments at the Central Training Field.

But just as that black sheep said, Aomo's current intention in having the Sirius Symbol run a lap is not training, but testing—or rather, detection.

This is a unique‑style physical examination; the assessment covers not only physical fitness but also performance on the field and mental state.

He took off his glasses, hung the coat he had brought—due to the temperature at the time—on a rack provided by a nearby monster, and, with the black slits in his blood‑red eyes, gazed at the girl's black soul that faintly glowed.

Undeniably, he is increasingly able to glimpse Zhouri Ningjing's shadow in that figure.

Especially the self projected from the outside into the spiritual world, engaged in an endless struggle of sorrow, is exactly the same—young, impulsive, helpless—as one who never grew up.

Just like a girl who, trapped in self‑repression, can do nothing but clutch with all her might the only thing she can still hold in her hand.

Regardless of direction or outcome, they merely want a stage where they can give their all.

The only difference is that Zhouri Ningjing entrusts everything that could truly give her peace of mind to her well‑behaved little sister; consequently, she becomes extreme when facing anything other than her sister, and even more so when dealing with matters related to her sister—intensifying without end!

The Sirius Symbol…

She may have once entrusted such things, but she has now taken them back.

She is not so hot‑tempered, nor is she so sensitive.

She simply clings to her own world just as before.

In that world, she possesses very little, so she constantly strives to discover what can belong to her; as a result, her life is a bit more carefree than Zhouri Ningjing's.

But what is carefreeness?

Aomo has seen the carefreeness of eight thousand years of spring and eight thousand years of winter in his blue‑haired girlfriend, and also witnessed the futile, unanswered pursuit and prayer of carefreeness in a certain green‑clad secretary.

Like that latter situation, aside from fading carelessly from everyone's sight and leaving behind a legend of the phantom horse girl, what other choice is there?

The Sirius Symbol lacks the grandeur of a childhood sweetheart capable of inspiring countless horse‑girls' dreams; her childhood largely consists of a deep‑rooted, inherited shadow.

She has also experienced affection and friendship, after all she still has a childhood friend named Ludaofu Xiangzheng.

But besides that, there ought to have been more anger, abuse, quarrels, and coercion.

Called resistance, in reality it was nothing but escape.

Escaping that family environment, her parents, who still retain some warmth, sent her to an off‑world stage with the support of the Expedition Support Committee.

From then on, good days surely existed, but those shadows never left.

Just as the notorious battleground environment of Heaven's Gate City is widely known, her ultimate choice to return to Earth, to the Boundary Gate Area, was not so much a rallying cry as it resembled an ancient dragon known as the Molten Mountain Dragon in the Monster Hunter IP, seeking in its twilight a place to release its final life force.

But there is no doubt that, over these past few months, her thoughts have changed.

And it is precisely because of that change that Aomo now witnesses this run.

As a trainer.

Proactively approaching Aomo will be her biggest difference compared to Zhouri Ningjing.

As long as you are willing to believe that demon trainer, he is willing to polish your brilliance so you can burst forth with the radiance you ought to reach.

But why hesitate?

Why can't trust be upheld, resulting in a run that at first glance seems to easily surpass yesterday afternoon's run, but in truth only barely reaches Aomo's passing line in his heart after exhausting the three goddesses' skills?

Such an abrupt change, rather than wondering what happened after yesterday's parting, the demon is more inclined to believe it stems from the assimilation of that alien soul.

In the end, there is no free lunch; rather, free things are the most costly, because what the other party expects is a gain that cannot be summed up by mere material wealth.

Such a price is often the devil's usual trick, something Aomo Lindun has long grown accustomed to; yet the demon remains a demon precisely because he never explicitly forbade it.

He lets the other party make that choice, then later this morning he laments their state, setting aside the initial instruction.

The so‑called self‑styled purity of ancient‑style running lies in eliminating all redundancy—humans are extremely rigid creatures in learning, and horse girls are no different.

Applying what one has learned in a lively, flexible way often requires extra homework.

Just as one questions whether intellect honed in mental training can be applied to running, or whether willpower forged in will training can cover the entirety of training and field running…… these require an extra layer of conversion, which is why those trainers insist on the ancient method.

Rather than adding another conversion step, it would be better to train solely for running from the outset—such trainers who torment horse girls are few, but they persist, precisely because many horse girls by nature would waste too much time in that conversion process.

But that does not include Meipu Wangbang.

Nor does it include the Sirius Symbol.

— converting the will forged in will‑training into efficiency for other related trainings, then linking it to the simplification of skill mastery.

The will attribute can affect so many aspects that it becomes the sole training direction Aomo considers in this extremely short timeframe.

This itself is also the only shortcut available, and with the fusion of that alien spirit it becomes even more promising.

But evidently the premise still requires that one can find a positive meaning within it.

Aomo does not feel that the Sirius Symbol needs to emerge from any shadow; he only regrets that the other party holds back.

When he said, 'Run, use the skills you've learned,' she did not hesitate to enter the field and take her position.

At first glance it looks like a return to form.

But the emotion that flashed in the depths of her eyes at that moment was equally vivid and profound.

That sense of unease, like an abandoned canine creature, was enough for him to realize that she had been stirred by that shared consciousness into some buried past.

It also made him realize……

In order to more smoothly achieve the shortcut's result, he probably needs to temporarily set aside such a wound.