Chapter 468: with translation of chapter title

NO．51：True Rare Talent

"... trainer..."

Thus 【2】 "... trainer..."

In the stage prepared by Teacher Da Tuo, Bopan and Suzi are still conducting the victor's stage simulation, which can also be called 'Perseverance Training' and 'Intellect; Strength Training'.

victor's stage simulation

Let's craft: "In the stage prepared by Teacher Da Tuo, both Bopan and Suzi are still conducting the victor's stage simulation, which can also be called 'Perseverance Training' and 'Intellect; Strength Training'." Ensure single line.

Only Chazuo is still driving a Mercedes on the track of the central training ground.

Indeed, the three horse girls each have different quality performances, and the plan Aomo set for them also has differences in training direction, but the initial training content is kept as consistent as possible, so that Aomo himself won't be stretched thin.

But now, after mastering the teleportation skill, combined with the developed live-streaming function of contemporary times, it actually makes up for this shortcoming quite well.

The training plan can thus be readjusted to better suit the actual conditions of the horse girls, rather than emphasizing that the three train together.

In cultivating horse girls, a three‑person team is absolutely not acceptable.

So this is how the present situation came to be.

"How... are the scores...?"

Aomo directly raised the stopwatch toward her.

"I think you should rest for a while before reconsidering."

The comparison of the before‑and‑after values is not ideal, and compared to the numbers themselves at this moment, Aomo had already noticed several distortions in Chazuo's running posture even while she was still running.

That shouldn't have happened.

In the past few days of practice, Chazuo's running form, while not as mechanically stable as Bopan's, was at least more steady and standardized than Suzi's, never showing any flaws.

Looking at the horse girl whose gaze remained calm and still, yet whose ears drooped slightly, Aomo raised his hand and snapped off the mineral water bottle fixed to the fence with ice.

It was just an ordinary bottle of mineral water that he placed on an ice platform formed by source energy.

Handing ice-cold water to someone after intense exercise—this kind of dangerous behavior based on common-sense error—does not occur among the trainers and horse girls.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

As he handed over the bottle, he saw a phantom reflected in her dark‑gold eyes.

Aomo met her silent gaze and added, "You should be aware that your condition is not right."

In a horse girl's heart there is always a ruler measuring speed and time, its precision varying with ability level.

But it is always more precise than an ordinary student's judgment of academic performance.

Thus it is hard for a situation to arise where one feels good about oneself while the actual test results are dismal.

Moreover, compared to ordinary students, horse girls have a more common advantage: they do not deny their own regression.

【Stable-running novel app for many years, comparable to the old version of Chase Worm that everyone uses, the source-switching app huanyuanapp.】

Rather, if she truly sees regression, she is even more anxious than you.

Just like now, she took the water bottle but did not drink, merely holding it while lowering her head slowly, remaining silent for a moment before lifting her head:

"…Trainer, I…" The pause, unlike her usual calm tone, is obviously due to her inner anxiety.

Either she is wrestling with wording, or hesitating how to speak.

"…I've had hallucinations…"

"…It's in the city…on the streets…still jumping between rooms…somewhat nostalgic…yet also unfamiliar…"

She said this while staring seriously at Aomo, evidently eager, or rather caring about the trainer's reaction.

After all, such a claim is somewhat fantastical, and she has never truly discussed this condition with the trainer before.

But this condition is actually something she has long been accustomed to, and at the same time it is a secret unique to her.

Since it has never truly affected her training or races, she also never mentions it to anyone.

And now…

She recalled a few years ago, when she and her classmates leaned against the classroom windowsill of the junior high section, gazing at the distant intra-school mock race.

Inside the venue, peers of her age competed fiercely; outside, trainers cheered in waves.

Then an acquaintance she hardly knew casually asked:

"Chazuo Chazuo, what kind of expectations do you have for your trainer?"

"…My trainer…"

At that time she did not answer, because her reply, like the content itself, was inconvenient to reveal.

——My trainer…

——Must be someone who knows all my secrets……

But such a person is virtually impossible to find in Teresen.

Because such secrets are usually not disclosed by oneself, but are discovered and uncovered.

Chazuo will not voluntarily talk about her secrets with anyone.

At the same time, she is a simple, honest horse girl who rarely shows any flaws.

Through ordinary contact one can only learn of her strange reputation, but cannot reach her true secret.

That would have been the case originally.

But occasionally, life also presents some accidents.

"I see…"

The thoughtful trainer showed no hesitation or doubt on his face.

He even had no puzzlement.

Only a nod of sudden realization, causing the secret that Chazuo had long kept in her heart to lose even the process of being revealed.

Immediately afterward, his reply also indeed proved that this was not mere bluster.

"Later I should talk with Zhouri Ningjing."

"Although this feeling can strengthen the training progress of talent source energy, other training beyond that is unnecessary."

"…If I wanted to, how about blocking that connection at certain specific times?"

That connection.

A soul-level connection.

Only a bond formed between souls of extremely high compatibility—usually seen among blood relatives—can arise, though there are also many instances outside such relations.

After all, the world is vast and life abundant, so it is indeed possible to encounter souls that click just as well despite having no familial ties—

——the instructor of the Spirit Summoning Department had once told her.

She told this little girl, who had already achieved, since childhood, many accomplishments that most Spirit Summoning specialists never manage in a lifetime.

This is also an excellent foundation.

Forming a soul connection without any kind of contract also means that, between the two souls, the stronger will continually nourish the weaker until their positions reverse.

But there is also an inconvenience: such compatible souls will share not only spiritual power, but possibly memories, even the self.

They influence each other, they blur each other.

But because the souls are highly compatible—which itself also means you get along very well with the other—such a group never worries about this.

The trainer seems to understand this as well, so even if he knows, he doesn't bring it up voluntarily.

Even if brought up now, he also hasn't said to cut it off directly.

Although he's only a few years older than her, the trainer is very learned.

His erudition has surprised her many times in secret.

"That guy is probably busy now; let's do another speed test later… ah, and maybe whip up a dinner he can accept, to improve our conversation success rate."

He's also very good at speaking, and he gets along great with 'friends'.

"What a pity—this time it's not convenient to give her extra spice, even though he's clearly from the Anmei district yet can't tolerate Anmei hot sauce."

It's just that their ways of getting along are completely opposite.

It's a very aggressive relationship, leaving her often unsure what to do.

But such a trainer is indeed exactly what she hoped for.

Especially since he can miraculously know her secrets and also gets along well with friends.

And among these, what impresses her most is…

"Hey, Chazuo, rest here a moment; I have something to do and need to find an artisan."

"... An artisan?"

"I'd made an appointment earlier; just now he messaged me saying he's free, so I only need to tweak a few props' styles—I'll be back in a few minutes."

The trainer who said that, though wearing a smile, had a deep, contemplative gaze as he lifted his glasses before covering them.

Sharp as if dissecting oneself, so sharp that Chazuo's heart would tighten.

She knew that if she said anything resistant, he would produce the appropriate counter-speech and manner.

The trainer's erudition, combined with that excessively sharp gaze, would make people feel an involuntary fear.

She had seen the trainer, just by observing a person, guess their mental activity—even what they had just done—and then adopt a different attitude based on that.

When faced with such a gaze, she couldn't help but fear being treated likewise—like a cold object whose appraiser states its material, craftsmanship, age, and history of use.

And each time this happened, she could clearly feel the trainer's vast, boiling outline.

That was a certain pitch‑black, cold, continually expanding, sharply extending outline.

"Well… good luck…"

"Ah, thank you for the kind words."

Putting on his glasses, that outline seemed to be covered with a layer of frosted glass, making her feel a slight regret.

"Then I'll be away for a moment."

"Go on."

Chazuo gave a faint smile and waved, then saw the other lift his eyes toward the sky as if he had just received a new message.

Then she caught sight of——

——the corners of his mouth also curled up in a faint arc.

And at that moment, the frosted glass was swallowed by pitch black.

Easily…… just like pure black, a color that assimilates any other hue mixed into it.

Like coffee, Hei'an is deep and solemn.

It made her yearn greatly.