Chapter 1659: with translation of chapter title

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The two alternating rests taken during walking are called 'two-breath walking'; they are especially common in hiking or long-distance walking, and are also considered a training method that can regulate physical exertion and prevent excessive fatigue.

Changing walking to running also works for training Uma Musume; but for folks like Aomo and Bi Ze who are already into the ACGN community, two-breath walking remains a 'shoujutsu'—a piece of music made with virtual singer voice banks—and in the Jidong language it means (to keep) desperately forging ahead.

This song uses metaphor to describe growing up; in a love filled with pain and conflict, there's no escape. Before the continuation from the PV titled 'AndroidGirl'—which was unofficial but later endorsed—official sources had never shown any sign of a narrative tendency in those stream‑of‑consciousness lyrics. This has long fueled debate over whether the girl in the song is a real person or merely a symbol such as a dream.

But...

Is it a person or a dream? Does that really matter?

Shouldn't what matters be not that you gradually give up, even hurting those who once treated you kindly?

At the end of the song, the ambiguous lyrics could be seen as the protagonist moving beyond the pain of that companionship and love, yet some people outside the song are clearly unable to come back.

This time we really need to properly thank you, Mr. Boduerduo.

Oh, that's getting a bit anxious, huh, Department Head.

Under the surrounding enthusiastic gazes, the man's voice was as steady as his hard-looking visor, and even seemed to carry a touch more helplessness.

Only after the results arrive should such a topic be brought up.

But this situation is exactly what you said!

Besides being identical, aren't there even more people affected?

"Just a temporary loss of contact," the Department Head said indifferently, "Even if they were crushed into data, they ought to be pieced back together by those people themselves; the key is that the battle rhythm completely matches the prediction. Does Mr. Boduerduo have any understanding of Digimon?"

It's a pity, but that's not the case; I merely had some understanding of the competition's specifications, and then made certain guesses about the security level.

Ah, that's true too; while an Exsa Beast like that is fairly well-known, having concrete knowledge still requires a certain threshold—even what we've gathered are just rumors and superficial bits.

"With such an exaggerated power limit," a staff member sighed, "it's indeed hard to guess how much strength he can actually exert."

Never mind those, with those guys continuously sending out monsters to interfere, our chances are great!

But Department Head! Should we first let the Emperor gain an advantage!

This question clearly hit the Department Head, who had just been excited and was apparently facing his first chance to crack the training field procedure.

Are you quite hesitant?

Mr. Boduerduo...

The Emperor... that's the horse girl under Aomo Lindun, right? She rejected your offered help.

It's not just a refusal, you don't know, Boduerduo," someone added, "that guy basically knew we'd hear the same retort, and Kuerka and Liweigu immediately flushed with anger!

That was perfectly justified! How could you not be angry? Besides, Department Head! That guy only dared to speak like that because he's relying on our highest goal to get help from us! Are we really going to indulge him!!

But the Emperor has already won the Dream Cup, short distance..." The Department Head's gaze, made slightly vacant by thought, swept over all the staff looking at him, even including the honorary staff who were merely cooperating guests.

There are people like Li Mingqing, an otherworldly researcher, and also the Black-Clad Bishop of the Beast Sect.

Given the nature of these dimensional seats' private boxes, none of the spectators here are pure fans of the race itself.

If we also win this time's middle leg, then we only need to secure the long distance, and the Emperor's myth and Aomo Lindun trainer's fairy tale can be written; they will be our lifetime's greatest achievement, right?

Who else could guarantee that their future will have such an opportunity?

But that Aomo Lindun...

Aomo Lindun, once he officially becomes the protagonist of the fairy tale, his fate will have nothing to do with him," the Department Head murmured.

What does that mean?

Do you like reading books, Liweigu?

Books... if they're paper books, I have no interest at all.

Not paper books, but storybooks, creations, including web novels; in this circle I've seen a rather unique saying: that once a book is finished, all its content will have nothing to do with its author.

Once completed, it detaches from me and becomes an independent existence.

When Liweigu expressed surprise and confusion, Li Mingqing suddenly spoke, meeting his gaze through the visor: 'I've seen this saying in the books of this world; it seems to come from some notable figure.'

"Shakespeare," someone said, raising their head while holding a phone, "but I can't find the exact source; did he really say that?"

"That doesn't matter," the Department Head waved, glanced at the progress in the communications, then looked again at the vanguard group already halfway through the 20,000-meter track: "Who said it doesn't matter; what matters is that once an image is completed, that image can detach from its underlying foundation."

We can easily smear Aomo Lindun's reputation later; isn't that what a fairy tale is all about?

Princes can become scoundrels in later retellings, even have messy relationships with various princesses, but everyone still knows that princes in fairy tales represent the glorious image.

Even if you don't mention it, it's still etched in the heart; that's the profundity of fairy tales.

It sounds like you made your decision right from the start," Li Mingqing said, "so what are you still waiting for? The plan's time is not much.

As he asked, his visor also turned toward the others present, as if waiting for an opponent.

However, there was none.

The Department Head seemed to have already convinced those few who looked most dissatisfied with his earlier words; only he himself remained silent, facing Li Mingqing's visor, and then looked toward the track again.

Looking at that Ludaofu Xiangzheng, which is almost shoulder-to-shoulder with the Sirius Symbol, and will soon be joined by the Qianming representative and Gechengwangpai alliance, it seems its strength has already deteriorated too much, unable to surpass even the earlier American Pharaoh and Wanshan Siji.

His eyes were especially bewildered.

Because we cannot interfere too much.

Excessive obvious unfairness will make the match full of controversy; we've already seen this result in the previous match, and given that this time is more formal, more important in scale... it might be intervened by officials, or it might lead to the match results being voided.

That shouldn't be a waste of time either!" the speaker was the Black-Clad Bishop.

He bore the new priest's orders, intending to use a squad's monster power to help them interfere with the track system; this should have been an easy task, but it also contained the high priest's earnest admonition: 'Mind your bounds, don't bring fire upon yourself.'

That means to be more conservative.

It also had him repeatedly drafting mental plans these days, figuring out how to tug and pull with that guy, but the result was that the other party still hasn't let him make a move so far, merely listening to the words of whatever that guy named Boduerduo is.

Why not follow the original plan? Listening to a monster researcher who hasn't even produced much himself, that masked guy? I really want to find a chance to just dispose of him.

However, the Department Head, lacking telepathy and unaware of what the partners were thinking, merely let out a faint sigh.

Rather than saying it's a waste of time, it's more like we all have to wait for an opportunity.

"Opportunity?" The bishop frowned, following his gaze toward the Saichang, "What opportunity?"

On this field where there is no collective rhythm, only each horse girl's own rhythm, we should wait until the Emperor truly exerts his strength before giving a boost—this would be effective and also provide maximum concealment." After saying that, he raised his hand to his forehead, gazing at the crescent moon, tossed about by the wind on the giant screen's close-up, churning wildly like a small boat in a great wave.

"But..."

"But what?"

"But I can't tell when she will truly exert her strength."

"..."

"Then why not... contact Aomo Lindun?"

Someone raised their hand, and as soon as they spoke, everyone's attention turned to them, so they quickly pulled their hand back.

"But..."

"Perhaps... it's necessary to try."

The slightly hesitant voice from the Department Head left Li Mingqing's expression behind the mask blank, making it impossible to tell whether the puppeteer had let go or had also become stiff.