Uma Musume Pretty Derby: Ten Meters Chapter 164: Uma Musume Pretty Derby: Ten Meters [164]

When Almond Eye previously ntioned wanting him as her trainer, Yasui Makoto had considered an assigned trainer contract.

Breaking beyond the limitations of short and mile-distance races, moving toward longer distances—he felt this was very achievable.

From mory, Almond Eye's performances from mile to mid-distance were outstanding, even phenonal.

Even setting aside these impressions, her performance during the previous school event—and the attention afterward—made it clear.

Uma Musu who had yet to enter Honkaku-ka weren't usually trained intensely, typically only racing distances around 1000m or 1200m.

Almond Eye's results in those short sprints weren't bad—she ranked among the top in her class—but certainly couldn't be considered the absolute best of her peers.

Usually, such a situation ant either a lack of specialized training, preventing full realization of her talent, or that her race distances weren't sufficient, aning her body couldn't fully accelerate. Consequently, her final-stretch speed—especially her late kick—remained underutilized.

Given the previous race's final straight, Almond Eye clearly fell into the latter category.

Now combined with his prior impressions, Yasui could practically confirm that her true potential was ant for races longer than 1200m—perhaps even significantly longer.

Since she had entered Honkaku-ka already, maybe it was ti to approach her family about this, Yasui thought silently as he appraised Almond Eye.

While Yasui was lost in contemplation, Almond Eye herself suddenly realized her parents had indeed ntioned sothing about scheduling a checkup at the hospital recently.

She hadn't taken it seriously at the ti—after all, she didn't feel sick or uncomfortable at all. Only now did she understand that the appointnt was probably related to entering Honkaku-ka.

As she realized this, she answered Kitasan absent-mindedly while subtly glancing at Yasui-san.

Yasui noticed Almond Eye's glance, and just as he was about to ask for confirmation, sothing in his peripheral vision caught his attention.

From the figure alone, it appeared to be a girl—but the strange part was her outfit.

Right now, it was sweltering August, already hot even at just past 9 a.m., yet the girl was covered head-to-toe. She wore a cap, large sunglasses, and a mask, along with a thin, long-sleeved jacket.

Her lower half was equally well-covered—long, pale-blue jeans wrapped around her legs, although she wore open-toed sandals.

Kitasan and the others also noticed this oddly dressed girl approaching. Curious, Kitasan stared at her, only to find that the mysterious girl was headed straight toward her. She was montarily stunned.

The approaching girl's figure and presence seed sohow familiar, making Kitasan even more puzzled.

"Um… Excuse , but who are—"

"…It's ."

A muffled, low voice ca from beneath the mask as the girl slightly lowered her sunglasses, revealing eyes with distinctive violet-blue gradients.

"Ah! Duran-chan—mmmph…?!"

Just as Kitasan recognized this "girl" was actually Durante and blurted out her na, her mouth was quickly covered.

"Shh—shhh!!"

A finger urgently raised before her masked lips, eyes filled with embarrassnt above dark glasses, Durante glanced nervously at Yasui-san and the others, shifting her gaze side-to-side.

"Keep it down, Kita-chan… Can… can we go talk sowhere else?"

...

A short while later, in the corner of the uppermost viewing stands.

With a perplexed expression, Kitasan stared at Durante, who had now removed her cap and sunglasses. Her mouth twitched awkwardly.

"So… you had an argunt with your family about running in the Kikuka Sho, and today you secretly ran away from ho to watch the Dream Trophy…?"

"Yeah, exactly."

Durante nodded seriously. "I promised you before, Kita-chan. So I'll definitely be there for the Kikuka Sho."

"But… but…"

Kitasan's feelings beca complicated.

Of course, she rembered their promise to compete again together.

But just as vividly, she also rembered clearly the day they t—how Durante said she would beco the strongest Uma Musu, and her family's goal of the "Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe."

Afterward, Kitasan had researched the Arc and asked Yasui-san about it. She'd learned that it was one of the highest-level G1 races in the world.

Many senpai had challenged that race throughout history, but until now, the best result any of them achieved was second place.

Yasui-san had said that Japanese Uma Musu were every bit as talented as their counterparts around the world—in fact, Uma Musu's talent had no regional differences.

She believed him fully, and precisely because of that, she felt that any senpai who managed to win the Arc would truly have the right to call herself "the strongest."

She'd never expected Durante to give up that dream—let alone that it might be because of her.

If Duran-chan really abandoned the Arc and even fought terribly with her family because of … what should I do…?

Anxiously biting her lip, Kitasan t Durante's serious gaze for a mont before unconsciously glancing at Yasui-san, then at Almond Eye, who just seed confused.

The box seats weren't large, and aside from the two of them, only Yasui-san and Almond Eye were present.

Silence Suzuka and Rice Shower seed to have anticipated sothing like this, or maybe they hadn't—anyway, on the way here, both senpai had excused themselves, claiming they wanted to cheer for their friends.

Seeing Kitasan's pleading, helpless gaze turned toward him, Yasui-san felt a headache coming on.

He had also heard Durante's explanation, and compared to Kitasan, he understood far more.

Previously, Air Groove had ntioned to him during casual chats that both her family and Durante's held the Arc in extrely high regard.

In fact, the entire Japanese racing scene held this European G1 as nearly sacred. Almost every talented Uma Musu or trainer seriously considered the Arc, and many had actually attempted the overseas challenge.

Yet, not just in recent decades—but looking forward years, even decades—no Japanese Uma Musu had yet conquered that challenge.

Instead of dampening enthusiasm, repeated defeats only intensified Japanese fans' near-obsession with the Arc.

Every ti an Uma Musu announced plans to challenge it, excitent and buzz would sweep the community. It wasn't an exaggeration to say they'd grown a bit obsessed.

Given this background, Yasui had a good idea of Kitasan's concerns—and also understood that it wasn't his place to intervene recklessly.

He certainly couldn't just bluntly tell Durante, "Forget it. You'd just embarrass yourself in the Arc anyway."

Furthermore, given Durante's obvious state of running away from ho, he felt obligated to at least inform Air Groove about it.

Yet she apparently already knew.

A ssage from Air Groove just monts ago still lingered clearly in his mind:

"Durante's probably with you, right, Yasui? She used my credit card to reserve seats at the track. I asked the staff, and they said you and Kitasan headed over there. Please keep an eye on her, don't let her slip away, and don't let her know I already found out. I'm counting on you. Please, PLEASE."

From the frantic tone of the ssage alone, Yasui could practically see Air Groove rubbing her forehead, at her absolute wits' end.

Thinking back to that ssage and turning over the situation repeatedly, Yasui's mind suddenly flashed with an idea.

"…It's admirable to keep your promises, but decisions about future races need careful thought."

"Still, Durante-san, you've probably been training intensively these days too, right? Today, just think of it as taking a break. Training too hard without rest can cause all kinds of problems."

Subtly giving her a hint, Yasui glanced out toward the track, smoothly changing the subject.

"Let's relax and enjoy watching the race first."