Chapter 1582: with translation of chapter title

No. 196: What is carried on the wind are all sounds of seeking but not obtaining (upper

In the final stretch, the curve.

The final curve of Zhongshan Racecourse has always been the place where the horse girls jointly exert their full strength.

Therefore, even if the venue will be re-planned and re-laid due to racecourse reform, it does not change the fact that it has already been in operation for several months before this year's Gaoyue Prize.

So——upon entering the final curve of the final stretch, each horse girl on the inside can feel the disadvantage coming from the ground.

Muddy ground!

The inner grass track of the final curve, due to overly frequent violent trampling, is often muddy.

To sprint on such ground, obviously requires greater strength and sufficiently sturdy legs to counteract the pull of centripetal force.

And on the outside, while enjoying relatively good track conditions, it also means having to run a longer distance due to the big curve!

Is it choosing the inside, which tests strength and footwork more, or the outside, which consumes more stamina——the moment of stepping in, often is not the start of the choice but its end.

No……

Still no……

Even if the rhythm is disrupted, still can't keep up……

At the start of the final stretch, the horse that barely broke into the trio of Ailisuzhi, Senlinbaoxue, and Manchester Chazuo—Yishimali—was overtaken again by the end of the curve's straightaway.

And it was done in the manner of seeing only a back silhouette in an instant.

【U=ma2/U=ma2】

【Possibility's follower/Possibility's follower】

Someone tramples upon a flashing point of light, deepening the smile beneath the crimson light bars with complicated formulas.

【Chasing you? /Form of pursuing the lord】

【Approaching evening darkness/Approaching dusk】

【Don't leave me behind/Don't abandon me】

Someone sways twilight in the darkness, with steps accompanied by a pitch-black shadow, disappearing at this moment in an instant.

【FaithintheFeral/Wild Faith】

【Fang of the fierce assault/Fang of the strong assault】

Moreover, someone simply let out a roar like a fierce beast, simply shattered the slight pulling feeling of the shadow beneath their feet, and in the moment they surged forward to chase——

Swish!

Cold and heat.

It swept past her excited, ferocious face at the final moment.

It caused her battle‑intent blazing gaze to flash with barely concealed astonishment, as she watched the icy figure speeding through the azure flames.

【Meteor of Dioscuri/Twin Meteor】

【Silent vow/Silent oath】

【Comet that burns oneself/Comet that burns up itself】

At that instant, Miharaban, running in the lead, heard the footsteps behind.

Extremely dense and chaotic, undoubtedly not just one person's footsteps.

In the final straight of 900 meters, 500 meters of it are steep slopes; although it is not exactly at the center of her target, there are always figures paying attention, and eventually they caught up.

Fortunately, this was within her calculated inevitability.

Thus her footing was even stronger; compared to other athletes' decisive attire running shoes, her silver-gray soles contained more metal content, tearing open the unnatural racecourse ground.

【G001st. F∞; /G001st. F∞;】

Originating from innate, this is the sole technique!

The cyber horse girl, who has never been good at skill stacking, has long used all other skills for speed adjustment during the lead release; and the final technique used to decide victory is solely her own steps as precise as CNC machine programming, and the iron feet that can tread anything, brought about by countless efforts and strict implementation of training!

Will not retreat!

The goal set early with Master!

Absolutely will not give up!

Let the wager made by the trainer and the three goddesses since the restart stand!

Ferris wheel…constantly cycling…

The deep darkness that one wishes to always be in continually spirals out, dyeing the dream's radiance.

How fast can it be!

The limit of horse girl speed! If done to the extreme! For this distance!

You guys! You only look toward the finish line; do you want me to completely charge into your field of view!

Ah! Great! This is how it should be! All are dazzling! Like light, blinding! Yet they overflow from chaotic mess!

But no matter what it is! I will surely crush them, achieving my true 'strongest'!

「The race has entered the final straight! 900 meters! 830 meters! Aimu Zhiji has caught up! It's just like a brilliant comet! The manifest Manchester Chazuo is giving chase! Senlinbaoxue and Ailisuzhi are continually closing the distance! Miharaban's burst! Can they maintain the current advantage! Past Gaoyue Prize champion! Can they still hold their stamina!! 」

「……」

Can such a question ever be in Miharaban's heart? Because she is single‑minded, always turning a deaf ear to everything outside the racecourse.

The reason for running has never been whether winning one race can be repeated; every race on the horse track is full of unknowns, every victory and defeat involves many factors including luck; few horse girls can guarantee that winning again will still secure a victory; Miharaban, who never considers herself a genius or strong, has never uttered the boast that past wins guarantee future wins.

She merely, simply pursues her own unfulfilled goal, the first goal she and Master established.

And she also knows that Master likewise made agreements, set expectations, and deep-seated obsessions with the other competitors in this race.

The four horse girls under her strive together toward the same goal, competing in the same race; as a trainer, Master would surely feel anguish, but even so, he does not want to retreat.

Irrespective of being well‑behaved or obedient, this is precisely the priority of the highest goal.

That person has never said——changing the goal, abandoning orders, that sort of talk.

So...

"Everyone's caught up now! Hahaha!"

—!

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, almost drowned by the wind, but only the eerie laugh of someone not quite human was clear.

"Senlinbaoxue can't catch up, can't catch up! It has already opened a three-horse-length gap with Mancity Chazuo, and Mancity Chazuo is also beginning to struggle to maintain distance from Ailisuzhi! It's catching up! Ailisuzhi is gradually catching up to the surpassing Aimu Zhiji from behind! On this final stretch extended by several hundred meters! The final sprint's confrontation time is far longer than before!"

"So even if we conserve the stamina for the final kick, we still have to worry about the length of the final straight."

"She's figured it out! Ailisuzhi has obviously already calculated everything! Missing Mancity Chazuo's interference skill, she sets an exclusive pace against Aimu Zhiji! It's just her and Meipu Bo Fang in the chase! Right now it's a showdown of precise calculation and precise footwork!!"

"But it's also starting to not be able to go any faster, with only two hundred meters left."

"The final two hundred meters! Ailisuzhi and Aimu Zhiji's acceleration are both starting to falter! What about Meipu Bo Fang! Can Meipu Bo Fang still hold onto its final stamina!!"

"Still couldn't hear it."

"In that unheard-of, unslowing pace, Meipu Bo Fang felt a familiar heaviness and dull pain."

"Coming from all over the body, and more from the chest, the chestnut-red light and shadow dyed by the annular purple halo unfurled from the decisive attire, met with silver-white, deep blue, and similarly dark brown interwoven light particles and specks."

……

"Regret."

"Aomo sighed."

"「No matter who wins, someone will lose, it's bound to be regrettable, right? 」 Huo Er Hai Ya looked up from ahead, then was poked back by Aomo raising his hand."

"But no matter what, we hope for a outcome where everyone is relatively happy."

"For example, a tie? Four-way tie, or is this a Gaoyue Prize race, Xiao She, you're dreaming too big."

"Possibilities are never lacking, so there's nothing not to dare imagine; it's just that reality ends up being carried out by them."

"Besides, it's really unexpected; I feel that kid is also quite the closed-mouth gourd, never seeing her take any action." Ling shook his head and swayed, gazing at the figure that dissipated and revealed itself in the energy matching her hair color.

"But she's always worked hard." Aomo said softly.

"And at the next moment, it was covered by a louder announcer's voice that echoed throughout the venue."

"Surpass! A narrow nose advantage! Aimu Zhiji! One move to cross the line! Mr. Jingkou, this result..."

"3 minutes 26.5 seconds..."

"Although it's 36 seconds slower than the original record, but the original Gaoyue Prize was only 3500m, so this record..."

"It's the fastest record on the good track of the Gaoyue Prize at Zhongshan Racecourse!"

"At the finish line, amidst the cheers, under the electronic fireworks that fluttered like real objects, the girl standing on the lawn raised her head, just as she had begun adapting to since the earlier matches, waving to the stands with a silent smile."

"Toward the direction where the monster card had just activated its sensing."

"There, the dark red gaze also fixed on her, and taking advantage of the overly broad field of vision, it captured the similar stunned reaction of the black-haired and chestnut-red-haired horse girls."

"By contrast, a certain brown-haired horse girl in a white coat simply crossed her arms, stepping up to the champion's side."

"Her expression seemed like she was scolding, but reading her lips, it was just pointing and commenting."