Chapter 486: NO. 69: Now We're Going to Oppress All Beings (x

NO. 69: Now We're Going to Oppress All Beings (x

「Manchester City Chazuo! Manchester City Chazuo surpassed the first Ruby! She's still accelerating! Such strong determination! It's just like dark clouds! Once it spreads, it's unstoppable! 」

「Her rhythm is the most stable, and she also conserves the most stamina. 」

Indeed.

Speaking frankly, in the early and middle stages of this Chrysanthemum Prize, Manchester City Chazuo's performance could only be considered average.

The only impressive thing about her is her stunning debut, which directly disrupted all opponents' pacing in the early stage.

As the race neared its end, more than one horse girl lost control of her stamina and speed amidst the chaotic rhythm.

Even without being hindered by binding techniques, they all fell into a state where they wanted to increase speed but lacked the power to do so.

But, so-called averageness—how could it not be the most impressive performance?

「Manchester City Chazuo lacks the meticulous heart of Meipu Bofang and the research-oriented nature of Ailisuzhi, but she has her own advantages. 」

On the high platform, Aomo said calmly.

A certain Metron person was no longer by her side, but had run to the edge of the fence, repeatedly gasping in amazement as if entering the city for the first time, raising the handheld camera in hand and focusing everywhere.

Let him go; although he looks quite distinctive, as long as he doesn't interfere with other spectators watching the race, security won't stop him.

Even if he doesn't stay still, there are still people standing aside listening to Aomo's sudden sigh.

Rather, Aomo's sudden sigh was directed at her.

After all, only a certain Digimon pays little attention to the training segment and has no knowledge of horse girl races.

Seeing Chazuo always in the middle makes one anxious; seeing her rush ahead makes one worry whether she can manage.

「Advantage? 」

Although I wonder why the partner suddenly called the horse girl by her full name instead of the usual nickname, Beirestashou is still quite single-minded.

He cares more about the content of the topic.

「Her stubborn nature. 」

「Can that be called an advantage? 」 Beirestashou was a bit confused, beginning to doubt his knowledge of human language.

「This is a derogatory term, meaning slow and simple, but in ancient language it was neutral, and the same holds true in the world of horse girls. 」

「For example, such a Manchester City Chazuo, compared to the merely patient Ailisuzhi during experiments, she is patient with everything and possesses a steadfast focus that is hard to sway by external distractions. 」

「Patience and focus? 」

「This is her greatest strength; know that most horse girls cannot endure their temperament, not only because of puberty, but also because they are horse girls. 」

「Really? I think all three of them are like that? 」 Beirestashou expressed some disbelief.

And those words indeed made Aomo fall silent, his cold, scrutinizing gaze also turning toward her.

「What, what's wrong? 」 The witch cowboy felt uneasy under that gaze.

「Nothing, you're right. 」

That gaze suddenly showed a hint of softness, also gaining warmth.

「So Suzi, Bourbon, and Chazuo are all children who make me feel fortunate. 」

「Well... 」

After glancing at the Saichang, Beirestashou turned back and, with a short question, proved Aomo's words were all for naught: 「Can Chazuo really win? 」

「…Of course. 」 Aomo affirmed, turning his gaze back to the Saichang.

Reality is not a game; everyone knows that the running style of a lagging horse is the result of gradual accumulation.

When the advantage isn't obvious early on, one conserves stamina for the later stage, then accelerates to overtake opponents.

But how many horse girls can truly perfect this running style?

There are countless unexpected factors on the Saichang; just the opening 【abnormal release】 is enough to cause many horse girls to misjudge.

The mental quality of willingly being overtaken repeatedly is also out of the ordinary.

But she did indeed achieve it.

Stepping with steady footfalls, she wrote her own score; on the outermost side, which Qianming's senior sister praised in every way, dark clouds steadily advanced.

The rain's solo, a private creation……

【Day of Rain】

One overtaking after another, responding to the calls of 'sixth, fifth, fourth, third,' appearing at the edge of the vision of each horse girl who originally held that order, gradually expanding.

Like the horror stories often found in urban legends, the shadows crawling in the shadows of each road will chase you, cling to your limbs, and devour you entirely.

Horse girls surpassing average human physique could have scoffed at the legend prevalent among humans, believing no shadow could catch up to them.

But now! The shadow has caught up!

Being pursued by it, one feels a chilling cold, as if immersed in ice and snow.

Moving alongside it, one's steps become heavy, as if stuck in a swamp.

Being overtaken by it, instead brings a sense of relief, and then one refuses to face it head-on, doubting the fear ahead.

In silence, energy has been reaped and taken.

Stamina Hunter

Each horse girl will master at least one to three Triple Goddess-type skills before a race, derived from the inheritability of the horse girl factor, and in actual training she can master even more.

But just as Aomo had hesitated earlier, Chazuo, who is gifted in necromancy, clearly also has a unique talent for red techniques.

Weakening others and strengthening oneself is also a common impression given by necromancy and the deathly lineage.

At the same time, these girls' conditions are not exactly good either.

Broken rhythm, forced speed, chaotic bursts—all push their running, and even their spirits, to the brink of limits—just then, a certain unnamed Miss Ruby unleashed her ultimate, inflicting a little torment.

Then……

Then tormented again by Chazuo!

When the string of reason was broken, even the sound of oysters could be shouted.

But even so, even though their eyes were filled with that howling pitch-black, that pitch-black gaze did not contain them.

Not even the two horse girls ahead, nor the light-lost barrier before them.

She had a feeling……

Inspiration struck, pointing directly at the darkness on the stands.

Not just one place.

That moment could be described as all sounds ceasing.

There was no clamor, no wind sound; she only saw a picture-book-like extravagant light scene, huge gold-bordered picture frames floating everywhere, within them night, twinkling stars, and in the distance at some high place, a pitch-black silhouette sat there.

That was 'Friend'.

And in another night, the bright moon hung high.

That was the bright moon embraced by the living, boundless darkness.

Ka!

The two huge picture frames, in their rotation, converged into one, using that homogenized darkness as their base, standing at a short distance of a few chi she could cross.

And she, naturally, did not halt her steps!

Just one step!

Leapt up!

Spanning several meters, she crossed the light-lost barrier.

pursuing the lord's course

While pursuing 'Friend', as her speed further increased, she once again gave her opponent a little torment.

Within that dark-golden pair of youths, the reflected figure was no longer a figure, but pure shadow.

Rhythm, step, breath, perfectly united.

She was a textbook-like practitioner of misguided action, enveloping herself in an extremely oppressive dark posture amidst the gale, and won the first laurel crown.

Cannot catch up! The first Rosé is hard to catch up! One horse length! Two horse lengths! Three horse lengths!

Manchester City Chazuo won with an advantage of exactly three horse lengths, an utterly unexpected development!

At this Sapporo Racecourse! The victor of the Persian Chrysanthemum Prize, who overwhelmed everyone with the posture of collapsing dark clouds, is——

Manchester City Chazuo (ManhattanCafe)!