Chapter 393: with translation of chapter title

When the four stood together at the starting line, the armored face was stiff, yet also ferocious and imposing; the demon sighed heavily.

Simulated track, 3000 meters, summer, rain, heavy.

The intermediate-level threshold track reminded him of the horse girl with brown horse ears who was in charge.

Among the three girls under his command, only Ailisuzhi had a natural aptitude for middle distance, while Manchester City Chazuo excelled in long distance.

By comparison, Miura Bourbon's current results naturally count as a middle-distance specialist, but Aomo still remembers that she originally was a short-distance runner—or more precisely, she had the aptitude for a mile.

However, in this day and age, the official association has banned those extremely short mile races; the aptitude for mile, good at explosive bursts, can only be tried in short distances, or shown in some low-recognition private competitions.

And for horse girls aiming for the classic Triple Crown, this is naturally insufficient.

The foot aptitude of horse girls can be changed through postnatal training.

Miura Bourbon is also one embodiment of this idea's result.

But once you see her astonishing accumulated training volume, you'll understand that this ascetic-like method of turning things around is not widely applicable.

"What's wrong, Bourbon?"

The black-haired horse girl like Chazuo, Mi Bath, with a gentle temperament like a sheathed blade, could notice her friend's distraction at this moment.

Especially since the other was doing her usual earnest warm-up.

In terms of this keenness, she is no different from Bourbon.

"Develop extra progress." Although no longer a must-kill against electronics, the habitual way of speaking still unintentionally surfaces in this cyber horse girl, who at this moment is indeed wearing that rather sci-fi style competition outfit.

Standing before the track of the central Tresen training ground.

"I'm wondering if Master's work is going smoothly right now."

"Worrying about him getting dragged into some monster attack is more reliable than worrying about his work not going smoothly." The brown-haired, horse-eared companion said irritably, shaking out the white coat's long sleeves that were intended to be the prototype for the competition outfit.

The long sleeves are natural, no need to lengthen them further, because this is the coat hanging in the office lobby.

When the trainer is away on a trip, that garment, originally given by a certain horse girl, occasionally returns to its original owner.

Regarding this, another girl who ought to have regulated her behavior—and even started early to leak information—those black horse ears, also fell into a subtle hesitation.

UmaLine shows offline; the latest post on Umastagram is still from three hours ago, with no location shown.

Even the widely capable 'Friend' says they can't locate the other by following the sea of the internet.

There's no doubt that the other is indeed in a place where the network is thoroughly shielded.

As a mercenary, as part of the work at that Penguin Logistics company… this situation probably isn't very strange, right?

Students of the Necromancy department have many special information networks (referring to ghosts), and they also have more chances to contact certain dark channels compared to students of orthodox elemental law, so they easily cultivate a chuunibyou mindset, believing they know more worldly truths than others.

But Chazuo is clearly not among them; she merely occasionally dreams of becoming the 'Friend,' then more directly, personally experiences some cruel scenes, witnessing darkness beyond the campus.

Regarding this, she has never told anyone—not because she actively keeps it secret, but simply because she can't bring it up.

Ordinary topics never reach this point either, so Chazuo remains as usual taciturn, burying those experiences—those that could cause severe stimulation for many peers—in her heart.

Only when facing the trainer does she occasionally bring them out.

Because she has seen the trainer in the guise of the 'Friend,' she can more directly sense that side's 'darkness' from the trainer.

Wrapping around him, he remains calm in their coexistence; that composure, like the 'Friend,' gives her considerable reassurance.

So… maybe we should try again later?

Chazuo thought to herself, lifting her gaze to the distant Suzi waving at her.

Manchester City Chazuo, Miura Bourbon, Ailisuzhi, Mi Bath.

Four horse girls, four horse girls who rarely gather, originated from Suzi's proposal for a parallel-run experiment, then Bourbon invited her friends who still had some free time in her narrow social circle.

It's a pity that Yukozoji returned to the countryside; she'll only come back to the city next month to work ahead of time and save money, otherwise today we could have had another White Lightning.

But four is fine too!

The goal is to take advantage of Guinea Pig-kun's absence and first carry out a genuine competition, simulating the specifications of the recent Takarazuka Kinen race.

The 3000-meter grass track, with the finish line placed in wind and rain, the finish line awaiting you is the Rhodia Amazon standee.

Put bluntly, it's about sneaking a practice run while the trainer is away, so as to later surprise the trainer.

You three are a bit too extreme, and it's still raining—have you been assimilated by the trainer?

"It's precisely because the trainer never allowed running in the rain that we're doing this test while he's away!" a researcher declared emphatically, "I've even made a medicine that strengthens physique and prevents colds!"

Mi Bath, Mi Bath, you take charge of this.

"Rice…rice also wants to cheer!!"

Okay, beware of the spread of involution.

"If you're ready, then get ready~"

"Received."

In the absence of a certain demon's fireball explosion, there is also a certain cyber horse girl extremely sensitive to time holding a coin in an ejection-like state.

"Start upon landing."

"... Okay."

"Rice is ready!"

After the words fell, one could also see the ejected coin fly up in the horse girl's deliberately lowered force, shattering a few raindrops, then falling together in the reflected light.

Upon hitting the ground, sinking into the soil, they must face the unmatched heavy horseshoes and the mud churned up by them!

The forceful feet tearing through wind and rain shot out from the training shoes embedded with horseshoes.

There's no thunder in the rain, but they themselves are like bolts of lightning.

And at the student council window visible in the distance, a certain council president who seemed to sense something turned her head from sorting the charges of the Yuechi Logistics, looking toward the misty fine rain of the training field.

Three black shadows and a hint of white were dashing within it.

"Really working hard…" she shook her head, yet her face bore a satisfied smile.

During summer vacation, only a few horse girls would borrow the training field; she basically doesn't make him choose, and although running in the rain isn't advocated, it also reminds her of some past events.

Although I wanted to lament the good fortune of the hundred steeds, this is probably not a training decision that trainer would make.

So, she dialed a certain number.

That is another long-overtime Women stationed at the academy.

"Jun Chuan, could you trouble yourself to prepare a few cups of ginger tea? A few classmates from Saichang will need them shortly."

"Well, for those few under Trainer Lin Dun's charge, we'll talk about reprimanding them later; for now, I'll trouble you with this, as the student union hasn't prepared that kind."

After all, everyone's source energy physique is fine, except for someone who occasionally comes to show off their existence, the Hachimi human pillar force.

"He might not be able to hear it now; perhaps he's in some more urgent situation."

She said, glancing at the text content on the desktop projection.

Being able to gather this information, it might even be at the Moon Slack Logistics branch.