Chapter 271: with translation of chapter title

No. 33: MB-19890425, sortie

Even if the clouds scatter, the field won't dry out.

The grass splashes water when stepped on, but if enough force is applied the spray becomes not just lotus‑like droplets but also evident mud.

Just as it is now, Mihama Wave and Manchester Tea Seat, while out on the field, the flying mud proves the need to change into sportswear.

The two of them had no notion that 'since it's just training, they don't need to run all out.' The former ran ahead with precise, powerful strides, while the latter followed close behind, throwing caution to the wind with their leg power.

The howling wind sounded as if mixed with thunder, giving the illusion that a rainstorm was still ongoing.

Two bolts of lightning, one chestnut red and the other jet black, had already passed one after the other through the first bend.

Meanwhile, outside the stands, Aumu was using a freezing spell to collect moisture from the bench beside the track, while Sunday Serenity kept her eyes fixed on the two figures, sighing.

"That Tea Seat kid has completely let go."

"You should have run with her again earlier." Aumu replied, brushing off the ice on the bench.

Compared to using fire magic to dry the bench and disperse its moisture, it's obviously easier to simply freeze the surface liquid and wipe it away.

However, he had obviously also been paying attention to the situation on the track, which allowed him to respond to Sunday Serenity's remark.

Since the goal of the pursuit is not right ahead, the running always retains some reserve.

Even the former Manchester Tea Seat performed poorly in official races, both because of inexperience on the track and because they never truly ignited their fire.

That desire for fulfillment, the self‑burning flame, lacks no fuel, yet it still needs a spark to be lit.

Regarding that, Sunday Serenity also had to admit: "Indeed."

"After being with her day in and day out for so long, it seems you don't see as deeply as I do."

"There's a saying in Dongyan: those in authority are confused, and familial affection ultimately hinders one's vision."

"Isn't it because of your terrible eyes?" Sunday Serenity glared at Aumu, who had sat back down on the bench that was supposed to stay dry, and waved at herself.

She continued standing, not responding to the invitation.

Aumu also didn't insist; he simply placed his book on his lap, opened it, and said, "Calling it 'awful' is a bit too harsh."

"By now, shouldn't a little girl have rejected your eyes?"

"..." Aumu remained silent, turning a page.

After all, he couldn't deny the accuracy of her words; a truly clever person is a good example.

He didn't want to get that close, didn't want to be seen through—when it comes to such matters, women tend to be more perceptive than men.

"Did I hit the mark?"

"Want to run another round with Tea Seat in the next race?" Aumu asked.

"No thanks; as soon as I see Tea Seat's training get on track, I'll just withdraw." She stretched, then prepared to dive into Tea Seat's phone.

Just as she had done when arriving, to avoid crowding into the back seat with the two horse girls alongside Aumu, she preferred to slip in and wait for a transfer.

However, at that moment her ears twitched slightly, and she turned her head toward the entrance behind the training field.

She changed her mind again.

"Hey, look over there!"

As if to keep the other party from overhearing, Sunday Serenity raised her hand, patted Aumu's shoulder to make him look up, and then spoke silently.

She wanted Aumu to use his lip‑reading skill to understand her words: "There's a clue delivered right to our door."

After that, she also scooped up the stopwatch that Aumu had placed to one side, which he had intended to pick up again when the two horse girls entered the final stretch.

"I'll go check on them over there," she said.

She immediately increased the distance, heading toward the finish line.

This also left Aumu somewhat speechless; upon hearing her footsteps quicken slightly, he turned his head to look behind.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Linton, long time no see."

The horse girl behind greeted him, slowing her pace as she walked over, exuding the aura of her nickname.

"Majestic and solemn?"

"Perhaps not yet reached that point."

After all, she was still wearing the Trisen uniform.

The appearance of the horse girls grows slowly outside of the 'authentic' phase.

Even though the student council president has graduated and is handling family business while processing numerous documents transferred from local Trisen to the central office, she still suits that uniform.

Just like her old friends Chimei Representative and Maruzen Sukī.

Thus, even the Emperor's majesty is merely the pressure of the student council president.

I don't know if in my lifetime I'll ever see her again in her competition attire... If one wishes to evoke the Emperor's dignity, Aumu would naturally first recall that dark‑green ceremonial robe.

Such nostalgia does not hinder his response to the greeting:

"Good afternoon, Miss Rudolf."

He rose calmly, set down the book on his lap, and gestured for her to sit.

"Has my news disturbed you?"

"Not at all; on the contrary, I should thank you for your swift, lightning‑like action that let me come out for a walk." Rudolf, accepting the invitation, sat on one side of the bench and then gestured for him to sit as well.

This might merely be her unconscious gesture, yet it instantly seized the initiative, and thanks to Aumu not minding, he felt no pressure.

"The past few days of document review have been downright dreary, and to make matters worse there's been a gloomy rainstorm, but fortunately the Linton trainer has cleared it all away."

"It was merely a reckless effort to facilitate training; if it could also lift spirits, that would be even better."

"Training, indeed," the Emperor nodded, gazing into the distance at the two girls, "Aren't you worried, Linton trainer?"

"In this heavy horse field, constantly accelerating, those two students... are they called Mihama Wave and Manchester Tea Seat?" Rudolf, symbolically, displayed her extraordinary memory; even if she didn't recognize them at first, after a two‑second pause she could name them accurately.

Of course, it's also possible that the troubles of the cyber horse girls and the spirit medium horse girls had once been sent to the student council's desk.

They don't seem to be the horse girls you're responsible for.

Yes, just a temporary acting trainer," Aomo gave a slight nod, turned his head to look at the two horse girls constantly accelerating, "but I think, when a horse girl wants to run better and faster, it doesn't matter whether she's temporary or acting; as a trainer she should make some response."

He refuses to mention why he came without taking responsibility, because the person in charge himself is obsessed with researching monsters, to the point that he can't even drag things out.

This kind of embarrassing behavior being circulated internally is enough; there's really no need for it to reach the ears of heaven.

To expose the students' embarrassing behavior to the student council, and moreover it's the Trent student council with its lofty standing.

Describing it as 'reaching the ears of heaven' is not an exaggeration.

As for this heavy track... you're not doubting they'll get hurt, are you?" When he asked this, Aomo deliberately glanced at her, feeling it was unnecessary.

After all, as an eight-time champion and a retired max-level competitor, Ludaofu Xiangzheng really has no need to ask such a basic question, unless she's testing Aomo's basic skills as a trainer.

As for the pressure on the leg bones and joints, the heavy track is actually lighter than the good track, and the deformed soil doesn't provide too strong a reaction force.

But you just can't run fast on it.

But between those two, Manchester Chazuo obviously hasn't run on this kind of track." Ludaofu Xiangzheng said softly, her gaze naturally locking onto the distant black-haired girl.

That girl was running with all her might, like a swift flash of dark lightning, chasing after her companion ahead, who was like a fully drawn bow.

She kept accelerating, and the pitch-black shadow, about eighty percent similar to Zhouri Ningjing, would occasionally flicker ahead of her, making the track itself seem a bit gloomy and eerie, but the emperor didn't care about these.

In the era when the emperor raced on the track, and also in the era when the emperor watched the track, she had already seen too many horse girls of various types and different skill selections and ratios.

Being a bit supernatural is no big deal.

She seems a bit excited today..." Aomo's tone obviously isn't very worried; this confidence comes from the black silhouette already heading to the finish line, that black silhouette has a more obvious agitation than Chazuo, unlike Meipu Bojang's violence like an industrial machine trampling the earth, her silhouette is a frenzy born of the soul.

She is indeed a soul body.

Only by being a soul body will that performance be so intuitive; regardless of whether one's spiritual sense is keen, the audience can clearly perceive it.

She was worried about Chazuo, so she was sprinting madly, not using the ethereal nature of her spiritual body talent, but rather achieving an interactive run with reality and matter.

At this moment, it's a race among the three horse girls, the only difference being that one is off the track.

And then, turning his gaze back onto the track, Aomo added: "After being reborn, her measured run of self-measurement collides with the psychological pressure of unfamiliar terrain; the result is that the former breaks through the latter, instead causing Chazuo to show an atypical surge of vigor."

So she can catch up to Meipu Bojang by this?

If she can't catch up, her stamina isn't enough to support her becoming an 'escape horse'; the result of exerting early will only be a big gap at the end.

Moreover, having learned from last time, this Bojang won't be stunned by supernatural phenomena on the track.

When the skill is deployed, even without changing into that overly refreshing victory outfit, it can still bring a meteor-like acceleration.

Thus at that final moment, it will be a showdown between 【アナ夕ヲ? オイカケテ】/【逐君之形】 and 【g001st. f∞;】.

The 【g001st. f∞;】 talent skill of Meipu Bojang is named after the automatic programming of CNC machine tools and similar equipment.

g00 is the tool's movement mode in the machine tool, namely rapid point positioning, while fxx marks the feed speed of the tool's movement in the machine tool.

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For example, f200 means the tool feeds at 200 mm/s in the feed direction.

And what g001st. f∞ represents undoubtedly means acting at infinite speed, cutting down the blade toward first place—

— — At the same time, it also vaguely matches the model number of a certain Gundam series.

Only because the visual effect of its talent skill combined with the victory outfit also bears considerable similarity to that particle dispersion.

She indeed secured first place, with the lightness and swiftness of a Gundam.

At this moment, the mechanical-like heavy and stable violence has already transformed from something else; the mechanical elf dashes forward, not only holding the front position but further extending the lead.

One horse length, two horse lengths—Zhouri Ningjing couldn't catch up to Meipu Bojang, but she could catch up to her younger sister's silhouette, directly colliding into that body as a soul body; her running steps didn't stop and cause her to fall, but instead, due to being in the same frantic running state, they smoothly decelerated.

Moreover, with practiced skill, belonging to the ingrained technique of a retired veteran of the track, it eases the pressure on the bones.