Uma Musume: Why Do We, Horse Trainers, Still Have To Train Uma Musume? Chapter 172 172: Charge On! Meisho Doto!
"isho Doto, when you go out later, don't act overly energetic."
"Try to appear a bit weaker, like Orfevre when she ran the Hakodate Junior Stakes—a little sickly."
Before the race began, Wada, just as he was sending off isho Doto to the track, reminded her, her head still a bit muddled from Wada's rubbing:
"If what that note says is true, then those Uma Musu will try their best to surround you and block all your possible routes."
"In that case, we cannot let them have their way. If we run this race as usual, we will not only fall into their encirclent but also be unable to escape."
"We'll just be walking into our defeat."
"So, let's switch tactics now. isho Doto, try to run as a End Closer."
"I rember you running as a Late Surger during the Japanese Derby, right? This ti, we'll use an even more extre version to make them let their guards down."
"Once the nerves of the Uma Musu in front are numbed, we will launch a full-scale attack and counterattack!"
"...End Closer, huh... I'm not very used to it..."
"But, since you say so, then I will do it."
isho Doto, who had intentionally started late due to Wada's words, did not lose her rhythm and wail over this loss.
As her feet rapidly touched and left the ground, she quickly regained her composure, recalling her conversation with Wada, and controlling her pace.
Everything was as Wada had said. The Uma Musu from Shadai, who had prepared to block isho Doto's attack route, now instead occupied advantageous positions to win the race.
However, those positions lost their aning for isho Doto.
She was running as an End Closer this ti, so she obediently hung back at the end of the pack, intending to conserve her stamina as much as possible and reduce her presence.
The goal was to break through all of the Uma Musu in that final stretch, once everyone in front had tired from fighting against each other!
"Very good, isho Doto, just like that."
Wada, now in the stands, watched isho Doto's actions and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, muttering to himself:
"Just keep this up until the third corner, then you can accelerate."
"2000-ters is nothing to you; you can directly start your final spurt there and instantly pass through everyone..."
"Oh? You managed to change tactics that quickly? And... it seems like you're trying sothing?"
Just then, a rather weathered male voice beside Wada made Wada instinctively beco alert.
Wada turned his head and saw a man slightly taller than him, wearing sunglasses and a face mask.
He even wore a top hat on his head, as well a black trench coat, looking extrely suspicious.
Though it was October, the temperature had not really dropped. Wearing such attire to watch a race in such a crowded place was absolutely torturous.
Moreover, what made Wada most alert was the other party's words.
Wada's pupils slightly contracted, and he couldn't help but ask:
"You... are you the one who passed the note to isho Doto?"
"You guessed it, young man. Want a prize?"
The middle-aged man's weathered voice was quite uncomfortable to listen to, but the teasing in his words did not make Wada lower his guard. He imdiately asked:
"Who are you? Are you from Shadai?"
"...Sort of, but I've been retired for a long ti,"
The middle-aged man said with a slight smile.
"Don't worry, all the information I gave you is true. Your change in strategy was the right choice. If I were you, knowing this information, I would do the sa."
"If you really had chosen to avoid the race, as I wrote, or foolishly dismissed this old man's advice as a joke, you probably wouldn't be seeing now."
"You can be happy, young man; you have passed my first test."
The middle-aged man spoke, then turned his gaze to the scene.
However, Wada still had many unanswered questions in his heart and couldn't help but press on:
"You... why are you helping ? It can't be simply that you dislike Shadai right?"
"...That's part of it. The other part is because of my dau—"
As he was about to bring up sothing, the middle-aged man's tone paused slightly, then he imdiately 'corrected' himself:
"Because of sothing a Trainer friend asked to do."
"A Trainer?"
Wada imdiately reacted and said, "So it's Trainer Fumino Nase, after all?"
"I never thought she would have connection this deep with Shadai, did she really go and ask you for help?"
"Yes, Fumino is a good Trainer," the middle-aged man said with a slight smile, very pleased with Wada's trust in Fumino Nase.
And his pleasure confird Wada's nascent thoughts.
In an instant, Wada had already roughly guessed who this mysterious man was.
However, Wada didn't know why such a big shot like him would appear here.
Appearing randomly in the Tenno Sho, surely he wasn't suddenly interested in the new generation of Uma Musu in Japan? Shouldn't he go to Kikuka Sho first? Why co here?
Could it be... he's looking for him?
At this mont, such a thought erged in Wada's mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
This old father... could it be because his daughter drank with him, and he thought he was so despicable man, coming to demand an explanation?
However, the other party's current attitude was still gentle, friendly even, which made Wada calm his mind and allowed him to refocus his attention on the track...
"Hehe, we were all initially sent here to lose, but I didn't expect that all of us here can now fight each other for the championship."
At the front of the pack, five Uma Musu from Shadai were gradually converging towards the inner lane.
They had occupied advantageous positions due to their starting advantage, forming the 'Front Runner group' of the race.
Fortunately, Shadai had obviously considered the quality of the Uma Musu participating in a GI Race like the Tenno Sho.
They were generally Uma Musu skilled in Front Running. Although not all of them necessarily had the quality to run a GI, they were sufficient as Uma Musu for containnt.
After all, even Shadai couldn't suddenly produce so many Uma Musu qualified to run GIs.
Moreover, Shadai needed to focus more attention on Kikuka Sho, so for the Tenno Sho (Autumn), they had only put in a little effort.
"Number 2 is currently in the lead, followed by 4, 7, 12 and then 14..."
"...isho Doto is still tightly at the back of the pack, not yet making her move."
The comntator's voice also perfectly chid in:
"The pack has now passed the 1000-ter mark. The fastest ti is one minute and one second."
"It seems like isho Doto may not be the obvious winner. Which Uma Musu will be the winner of this Tenno Sho?"
At this mont, several Trainers from Shadai in the stands, after seeing this scene, also nodded and secretly said:
"Phew, looks like the girls actually get to run this ti."
"We drank so much yesterday because the audience would definitely scold us... Shadai really is ruthless, but now it seems that neither us nor the girls need to bear that bla."
"They don't even need to block her anymore, after all, she got sick completely on her own."
"Whew~, a stroke of good luck after being used as scapegoats. So it's fine now, right?"
These Trainer's from Shadai weren't evil monsters who didn't care about their in charge Uma Musu, they were actually quite good people, just forced into doing this by Shadai.
It was just that their current Uma Musu just so happened to et Shadai's requirents.
If entering the Tenno Sho (Autumn) was truly based on ability, their qualification to participate would be very marginal; they would never get priority entry.
Unfortunately for these Trainers, and the Uma Musu currently running on the track, they would soon realize that they had celebrated too early.
If Wada, the professional at being encircled, hadn't known in advance that Shadai would play tricks and didn't imdiately taken the correct counterasures, then the two encirclents Shadai specially designed for him and T.M. Opera O would truly have been a wasted lesson.
This level of encirclent couldn't compare to any Wada had experienced.
This ti, if Wada could still ride a Racehorse, he would definitely show them a unique skill he had learnt from an alternate version of them.
Unfortunately, Wada couldn't exactly ride a Racehorse now.
However, this didn't prevent Wada from teaching isho Doto this unique skill.
"Now, go, isho Doto!"
As if by telepathy, or perhaps due to their long-term companionship, a certain psychic connection had ford between isho Doto and Wada.
As Wada's soft words fell, isho Doto almost imdiately reacted, finding the perfect mont to unleash her power.
isho Doto's Aura, which had been boiling over the course of the race , was finally completely unleashed!
"T.M. Opera O isn't even in this race."
"So... how dare you challenge , you useless sacks of shit?"
Her tone shifted to the point it was unclear whether it was isho Doto or soone else speaking.
As these words fell, isho Doto, with an unstoppable montum, passed through all the Late Surgers in front of her, like a distortion in space, flashing past them!
'What in the world was that?!'
The Uma Musu whom isho Doto had broken through were greatly startled.
The imnse Aura emanating from isho Doto made all the Uma Musu she passed turn pale with fright, their faces ashen.
This girl—they weren't at the sa level at all!
"ISHO DOTOOOOO!!! IT'S ISHO DOTO!!!"
"isho Doto is catching up! Unbelievable! She has overtaken the Late Surger group from the outside!"
"She's starting her breakthrough! She has already passed three Uma Musu in one go!"
"!"
Imdiately, the comntator's voice startled the five Uma Musu running at the very front.
They didn't even need to turn to look; just by feeling, they sensed isho Doto chasing them from behind like a mad beast.
Right now, she was like her na, attacking like a furious and overwhelming wave!
Whether it was the Uma Musu who had already been swallowed by the waves or those being chased.
They were all terrified and thrown into disarray by the power of this flood.
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The Doto in isho Doto's na roughly translates to raging/surging waves.
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If you spot any errors, feel free to comnt about it and I will fix it as soon as I can.
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