Chapter 161

Central Torasen Academy is operated by the Ura Association (full name Uma-musumeragasso, i. e., the Horse Girl Racing Association) as the Terra Federation's top-tier horse girl training institution.

Its official name is the Horse Girl Training Center Academy.

It provides the highest-level environment for horse girls who dream of being active in the Flash Series.

Horse girls from every region of the Terra Federation, and even top-tier extraterrestrial horse girls, are registered here, daily honing their legs in this academy.

Aside from those horse girls who graduate and leave the academy for other work, the university department is also full of talent, even able to list a roster of the Triple Crown horse girls currently studying.

Naritabrian (Chéngtián Báirén), Diamond Jubilee (Zuànshí Xǐnián), Flying Fox (Fēihú), Sun Chariot (Tàiyáng Zhànchē), Deep Impact (Dazhenhan), Affirmed (Quèrèn zhě), Apapane (Xiàwēiyí niǎo), Ameripharoah (Měiguó fǎlǎo), Orfevre (Huángjīn jùjiang), Nijinsky (Níjīnsījī), Bahram (Bā hè lā mǔ), Ohsosharp (Ruìlì zhìjí), Trail (Tiǎo niǎo áotiān), Gentildonna (Guì fù rén), Meld (Rónghé)…… and so on, a series of names.

Indeed, this bunch wouldn't be assigned to a single class; otherwise, the Dream Cup could be staged every day in the university department.

The world is vast, the number of G1 races is great, and Triple Crown horse girls from different regions, even star systems, ultimately gather here.

Likewise, horse girls such as Triptych, Heavenly Storm, Tony Bianka, and Swift Wheel, who are likewise beginning to enter retirement, although they regrettably failed to win the Triple Crown, still receive retirement training at Central Torasen in the Boundary District.

Because most of them have side jobs outside of racing, the university department's curriculum is directly divided into basic and professional sections, skipping the intermediate stage.

There's also no need for the intermediate stage.

Either they choose an unfamiliar profession for various reasons, or they already stand at the height of that profession, requiring only further refinement.

The situation of horse girls in the university department amounts to these two kinds; the college has likewise prepared faculty comparable to that of a first-rate university, enabling each horse girl to find a new track off the racetrack.

But is today's track a bit noisy?

Listening to the outside thudding thud-thud of a possible impact, the clearer, swift footsteps of horseshoes striking the ground, and the piercing, sharp whistling of air intertwining with them, many horse girls prick up their ears.

The teachers are still somewhat bewildered; occasionally a few open the door and look down the hallway, seeing nothing noteworthy, but these university horse girls can all, based on that slightly complex sound, imagine at least four horse girls running.

Moreover, it's the final stretch of a short-distance track, running with all their might!

At such times, horse girls from elsewhere will lament the excellence of Torasen's building materials, which can withstand being stepped on without collapsing, and the glass isn't blown out by the wind.

The local horse girls, having long witnessed the school's sturdiness, are even more astonished that someone openly violates the hallway speed limit rule.

This is not something a grown-up entering retirement ought to do.

What's going on? Are the underclassmen from the high school department coming here to cause trouble?

The reason I don't say it's the junior high department is that even the worst-performing students in the university department can tell from the footfall points that the running speed is unusually different.

Even the first-place finisher in the junior high department's annual intra-school competition cannot reach this sprint exceeding a hundred speed.

Moreover, those career-excelents who are more sensitive to speed, such as Diamond Jubilee, who has an art class today, can widen their eyes, discerning from the sound that this burst of speed is a level rarely seen even in G1 races!

It can even make her legs tremble involuntarily.

This is naturally not fear, but excitement.

Wanting to run, wanting to compare strengths, even though she is about to retire, the faint flame of her weakened heart seems to be brought forth by the bright flame into new vitality.

But she is clear-headed; she clearly knows this is an illusion.

She herself is no longer suited for such extreme sprints, after all she refuses to follow medical advice to inject agents that would destroy past traces, and she also refuses to have stabilizing implants embedded.

But even if that is an illusion, that longing is still genuine, and that judgment is certainly not mistaken.

But, four Triple Crown horse girls chasing outside… such a big thing, also so unreasonable, how could it be possible!?

Yes, she even dares to assert bluntly that those four strings of footsteps have Triple Crown-level caliber, although the footsteps coming from behind, whether in texture or frequency, are quite strange.

How could it not be strange?

That guy in the rear isn't wearing shoes at all; after demonizing, he is covered with scale armor like layered plates on his four-toed claws, ruthlessly trampling the excellent concrete building material of the university department's teaching building.

From the back of his calves and thighs, extending to his waist, upward to the rear side of his arms, and finally to the black and silver flames sprayed from the gaps in his back and wings, this further adds propulsive force to each of his movements.

This allows him not to be left far behind by the 'three' horse girls.

This damn horse is somewhat problematic!

He curses in his heart.

At first, the black humanoid's speed was fairly normal—even slower than the initial burst of his own Beta motorcycle—and the Qianming representative and Narita WhiteRen weren't trying to run hard; they just picked up their pace to slowly close the distance.

At that time, Aomo, not yet demonized, followed behind, relying on repulsion technique, traction technique, and violent flame acceleration method to assist his slow, leisurely run.

Then he saw it.

One could say they all three saw it, that foot speed as if floating at the skyline.

Those legs.

That pair of legs, appearing extremely fragile, black, suddenly stepped on the road, leaving cracked footprints crawling everywhere, bursting forth with speed enough to shatter the air, instantly flinging the three far behind.

"..." x3

Qianming: "This doesn't seem like the burst a normal horse girl should have..."

Aomo: "A familiar running posture."

WhiteRen: "What are you sighing for?! You can't lose that!"

"Eh eh eh, I'm just a trainer, and the speed limit rules——" "Don't bother!"

The voice, stretched in an instant by a charged kick, showed no cracked explosion but revealed a clear deep footprint, after which Narita WhiteRen launched a full‑force pursuit!

"Heh heh heh, isn't this getting more interesting?" Upon hearing that regulations could be ignored, Qianming's representative glanced at Aomo behind him, "Linton trainer, then I'll take a step ahead~!"

"No… you guys like this…"

Others are still in class…… and the chairman's office is also here……

Aomo really wanted to raise his hand to his forehead; at first the calmest Narita WhiteRen was the first to lose his temper, but now he can't keep calling out to Narita WhiteRen— he can't catch up either!

How fast can a horse girl about to retire be?

As everyone knows, the vast majority of horse girls retire only after their career peak has passed.

Their era of galloping in shining competitions is past; when they realize they can no longer compete on the field, they choose to retire hastily.

Hence it can be said that the moment of deciding to retire is when they become convinced that their condition is no longer.

Therefore, feeling that Narita WhiteRen's fortunes have waned—that he can be challenged at any time and easily bullied—Aomo now can slap them hard in the face.

Ailisuzhi, still in rehab, certainly cannot serve as a reference, but even the flourishing Mihara Wave cannot bring forth such a burst.

It seems I'm beginning to have a bit of a Bourbon follow-up training train of thought — should I be thinking like this now?!

Forget it……

Aomo sighed.

In the blink of an eye, only I remained on this road; those two had already gone around the bend—it's simply outrageous.

This isn't the Saichang—I can't just stand by and watch.

So... let's give it a try.

Turning the corner, the brown in those eyes was swallowed by dark red.

Taking a step, that dark red overflowed into a jet of pitch-black flame.

The bursting magic power contracted backward; the demon, whose height nearly reached the ceiling, left uneven four-toed footprints on the ground, and the jet vents behind it were already primed.

Repulsion art, traction art, and burst-flow charge method were readjusted according to differences in weight and mass.

The air explosion sound came both from the two-stage acceleration's violent flame and from his towering body's extreme compression of the air.

He began to pursue, running like a lame horse.