Chapter 1512: with translation of chapter title

NO. 128: Only then does it count as different from the past.

"How can a person realize their own worth, and how can they prove their worth?"

In the Symbolist, every child's school‑age education includes this saying.

Obviously, the children cannot naturally understand the meaning of this saying, and it is even harder for them to give an answer that would remain unchanged in their thoughts ten or twenty years later.

Rather, they are more likely to spit on this saying in ten or twenty years, denouncing it as a distorted education, a radical objectification, a lifelong poison.

But what about after that?

After a few more years, ten or so years, several decades, they will eventually waver.

They begin to feel that the saying is not without reason.

If one must say, its only problem is that it comes too early.

Appearing too abruptly in childhood and youth, and repeatedly emphasized, it only adds annoyance, and its negative impact on adolescents' resistance is immeasurable.

If this education were to start only in adolescence, it could at least be somewhat normal, but the Symbolist has always insisted on instilling it from childhood, calling it tradition.

The result is that they have grabbed a bunch of rebellious people, openly or secretly resisting, opposing, and loathing.

Nevertheless, tradition's survival to this day has some justification, so you can see that the vast majority of them ultimately assimilate completely, becoming the very image they once despised most.

Even if they do not complete total assimilation, even the few who consider themselves opponents will still show, to some degree, traces like those of their fellow clansmen, serving as one example of how childhood education profoundly influences a person.

This is both the reason why a certain Moon Chaser Symbol. alter broke through their defenses, and part of the reason Aomo Lindun believes in the Sirius Symbol.

To be frank, the demon does not like the Symbolist's educational method, but everything has a two‑sided, dialectical aspect.

In his view, the identity "Symbolist" is a composite tag that often encompasses "a life of long‑term repression" and "the surviving remnants of Jidong elite education," etc.

Among these inclusions, the most prominent is usually "deep psychological abnormality."

This is a tag carried only by the Symbolist elite—a trait that looks perfectly normal on the surface but can be confirmed only through close acquaintance.

Its other plain name would be obsession, or fixation.

It is both a flaw and a strength, a defect of character yet also the cornerstone of achievement—but only for those Symbolist members who have not yet completely broken down.

Although Ludaofu Xiangzheng, as the future head of the house, seems to have turned the Symbolist's fate around, this clearly does not include the Sirius Symbol generation that suffered or benefited from the previous era's education.

Those who cannot withstand the test are worthless, but Symbolist members who persevere, even in a state of despair, still possess a few extra grains of genuine potential to accomplish things, giving Aomo enough confidence to believe "there is something to mine."

A trainer who trains horse girls fears many things, but above all they fear the limits of talent and perseverance—even if you dig to the bottom, there is nothing there.

The tragedy of the mediocre is nothing compared to the cruelty of having even the process of accumulation stripped away.

In that pressing time when he could only abandon starting from the basics, he evidently had to believe that Sirius could give him a 'surprise' in other areas in order to calmly push forward with training.

At this moment, the Saichang is where she truly repays the trainer's expectations, and at the same time proves her own worth to everyone.

Endgame.

"The final bend! Two hundred meters! One hundred thirty meters! The Golden Master is giving chase! Close behind is Mejiro Shin! Will they catch up!? Sirius Symbol, can you still steady the remaining acceleration!? Can you still hold onto your final stamina!? The race enters the final straight!!"

Stamina?

Final stamina?

What a joke!!

Gazing at the massive gate behind the finish line that others hardly see, the Sirius Symbol grins ever more wildly; under the source energy still swirling around her, the substantive drag that the air becomes at extreme speed feels like nothing to her, and even the mixed impurities within, plus the will imprints evoked by other horse girls' fixed skills, pose no obstacle at all.

My skill stack is nowhere near finished yet!

Watch closely!

Look at what you so‑called peak‑era juniors cannot reach——

Boom!!

The rainbow‑shattering hues and blazing white burst forth from the upper‑right corner of the screen above, where four skill names—based on the colors of the Sirius Symbol decisive attire—appear; the column for the innate skill sits high above, shining with the brilliance unique to the horse girl herself.

【Seirios/Heaven's Pride】

After many years, she finally lets this towering gate become substance again, presenting itself to everyone's sight and weighing on their hearts——

Yet it is only a fleeting instant.

The so‑called Heaven's Pride means stepping down from a false throne and breaking through the sealed gate!

Thus——

The boom sounds again.

Amid the roaring cheers from the spectators and the loud shouts from the commentators, she smashed the gate and crossed the line that turns cheers into applause!

"Sirius Symbol! Charge the line! Eight horse lengths! She took the first leg of the Spring Ancient Horse Triple Crown—what an astonishing feat!!"

From the finish‑line camera, from her painful yet stubborn stance after the ache, the Sirius Symbol lifts her hand, claws it into a fist, and points toward the direction where the rainbow‑tinged sun flashes bright upon the broken gate's remnants, then quickly fades.

There, Ludaofu Xiangzheng is present.

There, too, is Aomo Lindun.

The former smiles and claps, while the latter laughs helplessly—then suddenly vanishes in place, causing the surrounding women to turn their heads in confusion and making her faintly frown.

Besides that, no one else pays attention, for her conspicuously flamboyant 'victory gesture' triggers a second round of cheers, causing even the nearby athletes who were about to step forward and say something to pause.

Meanwhile, the Golden Master, who had been fumbling in his coat pocket for a mask and put it on, kept walking forward, just as he opened his mouth to say: "Hey, you——"

!

In a sudden flash of inspiration, she snapped her head around, looking past the Golden Master beside her and gazing straight at the high western district stands that should have been too far away to see anything clearly.

But she could feel it.

That sensation, as if etched into memory and implanted into the soul, far heavier than before, could practically be called a double share of repression.

Perhaps it truly is a double share… She suddenly recalled that her soul now has another part, and that part, too, would hardly forget that silhouette.

That silhouette, half‑hunched, leaning on a cane, of an aged figure.

……She actually came.

Could she have come to watch her own proof?

That shouldn't be……

No publicly announced schedule, no regular pre-race summons, made her once think that old lady had completely ignored her at this moment; this familiar feeling let her, even though she couldn't see the small dot there, still be certain of its existence, and subconsciously she glanced again toward Lu Dao Fu's direction.

That's right…… Looking at Lu Dao Fu also turning his head toward the same direction, even though equally indistinct, Sirius could sense something from the moment their eyes met.

The veteran horse girl is also a veteran source-energy cultivator; in this regard her spiritual perception is also a direction that underage girls cannot reach.

And when she held this confirming mindset and looked again, she then saw another small dot appear there; only then did she react as if a blessing had arrived in her heart.

Is that the trainer?

He just now wasn't going there, was he?

It's not completely certain, but no matter what, she currently doesn't have the leisure to investigate this; after all, a golden-colored guy has already waved his hand in front of her eyes, and if she continues to ignore him, it would be rather impolite……

Wait? Why should I bother with politeness?

She then had a new contemplation.