Chapter 501: NO．84：Isn't that a fact?

NO．84：Isn't that a fact?

"Even a head start is pretty ordinary, huh? Suzi-chan, have you gotten used to running with the rhythm of distance?"

"The super light-speed princess would never make that kind of mistake! She's just… she just…"

"The pink-haired girl shouted something even more embarrassing than what Bi Ze called 'Suzi-chan,' hard to believe how such a name could be shouted out in the crowded racecourse stands."

"Then, naturally, they became the focus of everyone's gaze."

Chazuo: "Super light-speed…?"

Bo Fang: "Princess?"

Qian: "Oh~ You're quite the talker, ailishuma-chan~"

"Ugh…"

Her ears drooped straight down; the horse girl named ailishuma seemed as if struck by pain, her faint gaze revealing a hint of struggling to survive.

She saw two adult males looking this way, both of whom were trainers, one of whom was even the assigned trainer for her roommate.

He is said to be a mature and steady person.

What did he say?

"Respect, understanding, blessings."

"Guwa…"

——

Although mentioned many times, this is actually the first time they've met in person.

As the campus dormitory roommate of Ailisuzhi, this also means—she is also a promising central racehorse girl.

For Aomo, she also possesses a very familiar trait, just like having an extra Metoron alien beside him.

This is the trait of watching the running figure on the Saichang and having stars in one's eyes.

In other words, a horse girl idol fan.

And it's of extremely high purity.

Such people, upon entering Toraisen, could be said to be like fish in water.

Every classmate is an idol that can be D.

Seeing those stickers today—"respect death," seeing those stickers tomorrow—"respect death," because they never get tired of it, they've become regulars at the infirmary.

Frequent anemia and such… the blood vessels in the nasal mucosa aren't very strong, and they've long been doing relaxed sit-ups.

Sounds troublesome, probably a problem student, but in fact, ailishuma has quite strong self-control.

This can also be seen from her feeling embarrassed when this nickname is leaked—this girl possesses considerable common sense, so she usually tries to hide these 'abnormalities.'

Just like an otaku who tries to cover up their embarrassing hobbies and attempts to maintain a normal reputation in society.

People like this usually go unnoticed in daily life, so they can't really be called problem students.

Even some individuals even have a good reputation and high-quality social life.

And ailishuma, as a Central Toraisen student, possesses talent for both dirt and grass, making her a tomorrow's star who is hard to hide among mediocrity.

But she clearly lacks self-awareness.

She hasn't even realized that, compared to the running talent that horse girls almost possess as a baseline, the 'ability' she has honed through her hobby is truly a rare skill.

It can also help her own and others' racing careers.

Even the rarely praising Ailisuzhi will mention and praise in front of Aomo, saying, "Very worth using as experimental reference, oh, ailishuma-kun's eyesight and judgment."

She can almost be considered Aomo's counterpart, having intentionally or unintentionally surveyed and understood countless horse girls, and has already developed a kind of 'professional intuition.'

So she can tell.

Just like the three silent retired horse girls sitting behind, and like the top-notch trainer sitting upright beside Aomo.

At a stage where both age and experience are still shallow, and not being Aomo himself as the party involved, one can still keep up with these people's insights……

The great environment of Central Toraisen, where numerous excellent horse girls can be seen, is indispensable.

But even so, there is no feeling of mutual exclusion among peers—or rather, speaking of personality, the two are not really alike, and their respective focuses in using 'insight' also differ.

So Aomo still called out: "Please focus on the racecourse, girls."

Even though that previous remark almost made the other lose face, these words now can still elicit grateful looks from the pink-haired girl, after all, there's still room for redemption.

Right now it's just half a foot stepping into the prison of social death; if one truly lets the girls they 'push' add pressure word by word, that's truly marching to the execution ground.

But even if Aomo doesn't speak, someone else will surely speak up.

Like Nishizaki Yutaka beside, and like the three older sisters behind.

Although usually casual, this is after all the race site.

"Cherry blossoms leave traces! Still maintaining the lead! Kenkyo regulations pursue relentlessly; next is maintaining steady speed in the classic comedy, blocking Ailisuzhi's front—is the plan to completely seal off Ailisuzhi's front using the early advantage?"

The commentator's voice has been constantly broadcasting across the racecourse, making many bettors who placed wagers on Ailisuzhi extremely nervous.

But Ailisuzhi's true 'circle of friends' is noisy and carefree, feeling no sense of crisis.

This includes the not-so-knowledgeable-about-horse-racing Qian, and also includes the one who, in a video call with Nishizaki Yutaka, wishes they could immediately rush to the racecourse—Miss Yamato Akaji.

The latter naturally has the guarantee of a trainer's perspective, while the former's confidence stems from the calm of the Suzi trainer.

Not just calm, it's downright lax!

Little Snake even occasionally raises a hand toward the half-empty air; the speed of their finger movements looks like fast typing, but it also took quite a while.

Completely a distracted appearance, let alone worrying about Suzi-chan.

【If you're caught like this by reporters, someone will criticize you for not caring about your assigned horse girl】

A sudden notification caused the fingertip's twitch to pause.

Aomo turned back, seeing Qianming, who was still looking at their phone, slowly lift their eyes; upon meeting gazes, they silently waved and smiled, drawing suspicious looks from friends on both sides.

No words spoken, no dialogue.

The newcomer trainer turned back again, leaning against the chair with arms crossed, looking down over the Saichang.

He seemed to finally focus on the Saichang, but occasionally glanced up at the screen hovering in midair.

Amid collapse and toppling, the buildings in that screen kept cracking apart.

Thanks to a certain Metoron alien already sitting beside him, Aomo had sent out a set of coordinates several minutes earlier.

The Invasion Union Army's new-world creation takes place on the data layer, so a true data host should exist, just like the World Tree and Constancy in the digital world.

Supreme, often regarded as a deity, to ensure the world's operation and even expansion.

Destroying her, or even controlling her, would truly thwart that alien group's plan.

Aomo, unable to find her, thus had that Metoron alien act on his behalf.

And now… it's still certain people acting on her behalf.

Chaldea, Clock Tower, Land of Light, Super Agent, and various mercenary teams and plainclothes police who had infiltrated first—groups of different sizes and scales, representing various stances of the Righteous Ones—were all acting in that indestructible data world.

Until now they had merely failed to find the target, investigating and fighting in their own ways and rhythms, but they have gradually obtained that supposed top‑secret information in their own manner.

They set out toward a corner of that new world.

And the one pulling the strings behind all this is watching everything from in front of the screen.

Amid the noisy spectator stands, where even pointing too much could get snapped and used against him, he could only stand there with arms crossed, looking down over the Saichang.

Looking down over the Saichang where the horse girls had already passed the first bend.

Then he tugged at the corner of his mouth, smiling wryly.

Seeing Ailisuzhi still lagging behind, almost like the tail of the vanguard, the newcomer trainer realized what she intended to do, silently slipped his hand into his pocket, and pulled out the Galatron card.

He now needed to strengthen his multithread logic items to draft talking points for the upcoming interview.

After all, that girl dared to treat the Saichang as an observation test field; next she should likewise show the horse girls' unwillingness to lose.

On the bright side, perhaps he should also feel a bit relieved.

Of his three horse‑girl subordinates, at last one truly made use of his information.

And the cost…

…is that his condemnatory manifesto will probably have to include yet another scheming ploy.