Uma Musume: Why Do We, Horse Trainers, Still Have To Train Uma Musume? Chapter 169 169: "T.M. Opera O's" Countdown To Finality

T.M. Opera O didn't know how long she had hugged Wada.

Wada only felt T.M. Opera O in his arms go from slight sobs to gradually calming down, until she was completely composed. Then, a muffled voice ca from her:

"I don't want you to leave ... Wada..."

"I want to be with you always, just like back then. I don't want to leave like this."

"...I don't want to leave you either, T.M. Opera O."

Wada also replied to T.M. Opera O with unprecedented gentleness, saying each word clearly:

"I don't want to, I don't want to even more than you..."

"But, I still can't stop anything. I'm sorry, T.M. Opera O... I still can't do anything..."

"Maybe this is all just a dream, a dream that makes laugh every ti I recall it, a world where you still exist."

"...But I know very well that dreams will eventually wake up one day. No matter how much I pretend to be ignorant, no matter how much I don't want to accept it, one day, I will wake up."

Wada wasn't foolish, nor was he the sa person he used to be, who beca nothing after losing T.M. Opera O.

So much ti had passed; Wada might not have fully erged from T.M. Opera O's shadow, to the extent that even after gaining another chance at life, he still chose to tie his life to T.M. Opera O once more, to make up for the biggest regret in his heart.

But, he had gradually accepted himself, accepted his self that existed even without T.M. Opera O.

He knew that "T.M. Opera O" would definitely leave. This T.M. Opera O, who was from his previous world and accompanied him through so many difficulties and obstacles, would eventually leave one day.

He had already prepared himself ntally for this and accepted this fact.

However, this did not prevent him from cherishing the present, every minute and every second he spent with "T.M. Opera O".

"I'm sorry, T.M. Opera O... I've fantasized so many tis about what I would say to you if we t again." Wada also said softly, holding T.M. Opera O:

"But now, when I actually see you, I can't say a single word... I just feel that just looking at you, just even feeling your presence... I'm already content."

"Content, huh..."

T.M. Opera O chuckled softly upon hearing this.

She seed to have recovered now; the lancholic feeling that had been brewing inside her had completely dissipated, replaced by a gentle emotion unique to her, reserved only for Wada.

"...But I'm not satisfied with just this, Wada."

"Is there anything else you want to do, T.M. Opera O? We still have ti." Wada paused slightly, but quickly asked T.M. Opera O with a hint of nervousness.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? I will try my best to help you fulfill them, as long as it's within my capabilities."

"It's a simple matter, Wada, you can definitely do it."

"T.M. Opera O's" eyes squinted, making a very mischievous smile.

Then, under Wada's slightly nervous gaze, her rosy, cherry blossom-colored lips moved slightly as she said:

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" (T/N: Tazuna: UMPAYOI IS NOT ALLOWED!!!!!)

"...?"

"...THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU PERVERT! DISGUSTING DEGENERATE! DON'T USE MY BODY TO DO SUCH THINGS!!!"

In her mind, the real T.M. Opera O was on the verge of collapse.

She desperately tried to regain control of her body, to completely end this absurd and shaful scene—this was simply not sothing she would do or say!

Who was she? T.M. Opera O!

Although she always acted arrogant, there were still many Uma Musu who succumbed to her unique confidence and intoxicating aura.

isho Doto was just one of them; in fact, many Uma Musu look up to T.M. Opera O's mindset.

But even so, T.M. Opera O was very reserved person.

Although she was very kind to her fans, she had almost no physical contact with them, not even handshakes.

When faced with so more enthusiastic fans, T.M. Opera O would simply use her smile to blind them with her unique charm and then quietly leave.

But now, what on earth was happening? How could she be controlled by another version of herself to sleep in the sa bed with her Trainer, her most loyal subject?!

"Give back my body! Shoo! Don't control my body to do things I wouldn't do!"

"...Oh? Are you saying you don't want to do that?"

T.M. Opera O didn't know how long she had been shouting like this until she finally received a soft response from her other self.

She only heard her say in a calm tone:

"If you really don't want to do this, I will return your body very soon—of course, after this child falls asleep and I am satisfied."

"But before that, don't disturb , ''. This is the only thing I want to do before I leave."

"...Just consider it a request."

"T.M. Opera O's" voice slowly cald the real T.M. Opera O down. For the first ti, T.M. Opera O heard a hint of pleading in the words of her other self.

And the tone of her other self also made T.M. Opera O unconsciously feel a bit of sadness...

Perhaps it was because her other self was herself at the end of the day. T.M. Opera O couldn't imagine what had happened if the other party was truly her future self, to make her even plead at this mont.

But that sadness... T.M. Opera O seed to be able to empathize with it.

T.M. Opera O stopped complaining, and back in reality, "T.M. Opera O" finally woke up from her stupor.

It was already late at night, and just as she had said she would, she was now truly lying in the sa bed as Wada in his room in the team building—though back to back.

Wada was very nervous, his body stiff throughout. "T.M. Opera O", on the other hand, was very relaxed and said softly:

"...Can't you sleep?"

"..." Wada didn't answer, but in fact, he had maintained this motionless posture for an hour straight.

In the sa bed as T.M. Opera O... To be honest, Wada had never thought of doing such a thing.

Although his relationship with T.M. Opera O was very good, he had never considered sleeping in the sa bed as the Racehorse T.M. Opera O.

Even before this whole possession shenanigan, he had never even thought that T.M. Opera O, though she had turned into a Uma Musu, would lie in the sa bed with him.

And now, that impossibility had happened. How could Wada not be nervous?

Especially since... he could clearly feel T.M. Opera O's uncontrollable surge of affection for him.

He wasn't an idiot; even Ikezoe, if he were lying in the sa bed with Orfevre like this, would probably know what would happen next.

Suddenly, "T.M. Opera O's" cool slender hand suddenly touched Wada's forehead, startling him.

"...You're sweating, Wada. It seems you're really not used to having a girl lying next to you."

"In that case, would you like to use my lap?"

Before Wada could answer, he felt T.M. Opera O beside him slowly sit up from the bed.

Wada felt his head being gently lifted, and soon, he felt a warm sensation resting on the back of his head.

"Will this make you feel more relaxed?"

At this mont, T.M. Opera O, sitting on the bed, and Wada t each other's gaze.

In the darkness, Wada was even a little unsure whether T.M. Opera O's eyes were chestnut or pink.

"Don't be nervous, Wada, relax. I'm always by your side, I won't leave."

T.M. Opera O gently stroked Wada's hair with her palm, helping him relax his tense muscles.

This actually had so effect as slowly, after closing his eyes, Wada, feeling T.M. Opera O's soft whispers and gentle touch, truly relaxed.

"Relax... relax... Wada."

"You've done very well, more than enough. Don't worry about anything anymore."

"You... don't need to live in my shadow, Wada... You no longer need to prove anything for ."

Go out, Wada, step out from the na "T.M. Opera O."

Only then will you be your true self, only then will you beco a truly first-class Trainer.

"You... no longer need ."

In the darkness, under T.M. Opera O's soft murmur, a crystal-clear tear slowly fell onto Wada's sleeping face.

The next mont, T.M. Opera O's figure gazed at Wada's face.

After a very long ti, she gently bent her waist... like a dragonfly touching the water, the shadows of their faces overlapped for an instant.

Under the moonlight, she poured out all her love and longing, unnoticed by the young man...

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And the first one to cross the finish line issssss, T.M. OPERA OOOOOOO!!!!!

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