Uma Musume Pretty Derby: Ten Meters Chapter 34: Uma Musume Pretty Derby: Ten Meters [34]

Long after Opera-senpai had left, Kitasan Black stood frozen, staring blankly in the direction she'd gone, before stiffly turning toward Yasui Makoto as if her neck had rusted.

To her, Opera-senpai was one of the legendary "Seven Crown Champions" of Uma Musu history, fad for an astonishing undefeated season—a true Hall of Fa legend.

Though she hadn't previously paid much attention to Opera-senpai's trainer, surely soone who trained a legend like her had to be amazing?

A sudden unease gripped her.

"T-Trainer… Is…is that really true?"

"Gallant-senpai… No, Gallant-san's trainer is… Opera-senpai's trainer…?"

Kitasan Black's voice trailed off uncertainly.

Noticing Makoto, Daiwa Scarlet, and Vodka all wore peculiar expressions, she hesitantly asked:

"Trainer… senpais… what's wrong?"

Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka exchanged a swift, aningful glance before simultaneously turning toward Makoto.

"There's no need to worry about that," Makoto calmly reassured her, shaking his head.

"Even the best trainers can have Uma Musu who struggle to perform, and even an inexperienced trainer can produce an exceptional racer. It's precisely this unpredictability that makes the Twinkle Series so fascinating."

He paused, eting her eyes gently.

"I think I know what you're worried about, Kitasan. But let ask you sothing: If you discover your opponent's trainer is incredibly talented, does that an you'll give up on racing today?"

"Or perhaps we shouldn't race at all—we'll just decide the winner by comparing trainers, and hand the trophy over directly. Would you prefer that?"

Kitasan shook her head vigorously without hesitation.

"Of course not!"

She then took a deep breath, gradually replacing uncertainty with determination.

"I understand what you're saying, Trainer."

"I'll prepare thoroughly and definitely won't disappoint you!"

"And besides," she added, brightening up, "like I said earlier, Grandpa and the others are already on their way here. I'll absolutely win to show them!"

A relieved smile softened Makoto's face as he pointed at the plate in front of her.

"Good, you've got spirit. Now…"

"First things first—gotta eat up! Hehehe…"

Interrupting him cheerfully, Kitasan pressed her hands together, called out an earnest "Itadakimasu!", and started wolfing down her al.

With another fond smile, Makoto also began to eat.

anwhile, Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka exchanged another knowing glance, discreetly pulling out their phones as they started on their food.

[Coolest_Uma_Musu_at_Tracen]: Wait, for real? ∑(ノoДo)ノ Is this trainer seriously a rookie?

[Prettiest_Uma_Musu_at_Tracen]: I already told you Trainer Yasui was special ￣へ￣ Though I admit I was surprised at first too.

[Coolest_Uma_Musu_at_Tracen]: Who wouldn't be?ヽ(ー_ー)ノ Pre-race ntal guidance isn't sothing even veteran trainers always manage. You've definitely seen so Uma Musu throwing tantrums right before their races.

[Prettiest_Uma_Musu_at_Tracen]: You an Fune-chan (￣_￣)?

[Coolest_Uma_Musu_at_Tracen]: I didn't na nasヽ(￣▽￣) You did. Screenshot saved—I'll send it to Fune later.

[Prettiest_Uma_Musu_at_Tracen]: ψ(｀ー)ψ Why are you still so childish!?

[Coolest_Uma_Musu_at_Tracen]: Just kidding! (