Uma Musume: Wine Red Chapter 100: Unfiltered Mouth

"It's Week, not Weight!!"

"Potato and Tomato. It's basically the sa."

"No, they're not… Those two can't be more different."

"It's the letter, McQueen. Not the fruit."

They're vegetables!! What is going on?!?

"Back to the topic. Weight—"

"Week!!"

"What do you think of this racewear design?"

The young man shows Silence Suzuka's design to her roommate. Everyone waits in anticipation. Being soone from the country, Special Week's sense of fashion surely differs from most. She might be the only one who can relate to Silence Suzuka.

"It's perverted!!"

*Stab*

"Only the most shaful Uma Musu would wear sothing like that to a race!!"

*Stab*

"Running in front of so many people with that!! You might as well go naked!!"

*Stab*

"I wouldn't even wear that for a swimsuit!!"

*Stab*

"Only the most degenerate mind can co up with such a shaful design!!"

*Stab*

"Alright! Alright! That's enough!! She's dead!! No need to kick the corpse!!"

The young man frantically tries to stop the glutton. Silence Suzuka, who her friend and crush just mocked, is now bullied by her roommate. And not any roommate, Special Week is an airhead and pure. Everything she said just now ca straight from her heart without any malice behind it. It's just pure honesty. So Suzuka knew that there truly was nothing she could do to defend herself.

"Ooohhh… I'm sorry for being born…"

"You're taking it too far, orange uma. What I'm saying is that you focus on running, while everything else is on ."

Not only does he sll nice, but he is kind. He would make a great father.

"You can't, Suzuka!! You can't rely more on this man!! You have to stand your ground and tell him your real feelings!!"

"Spe!!"

Suzuka was on high alert when her roommate just casually ran her mouth without thinking. Suzuka never told Special Weight about her true feelings for Igo Heita, so the mont Special Weight blabbered it out, she was on high alert. If soone as empty-headed as Special Weight can figure it out, then surely everyone else can.

"We–We can talk about this in private first!!"

"No!! You have suffered long enough, Suzuka!! It's ti he knew the truth!!"

"SPE!!! No!"

"Trainer Igo Heita, I know what you really are!!"

"A newbie trainer?"

"You're a monster that like to abuse his trainees!!"

"?????????????????????????????????????????????????????"

Questions mark bombard the scene as not a single person was expecting Special Weight to say that. The young man can sotis be strict, but not to the point of being abusive. It's his job as a trainer to train Uma Musu, and there are tis when he needs to put his foot down, but no one would consider him abusive.

"What do you an, Spe?"

"Every night! Suzuka always talks in her sleep about how rough you are! At how your GIRTHY training schedule would choke her throat!!"

"Wait, was it that hard? Suzuka never said anything to , though…"

Suzuka's face burns bright red. Steam rises from her face, and sweat beads build up all over her body. She knows damn sure what Special Weight is talking about, and there's absolutely no way she can tell ANYONE about that. Especially not the young man himself.

"Suzuka, if my training nu is too hard, then just say it. I can create sothing better."

"N–N—N—No!! It's not that!! It's–It's—It's—!!"

"You have to say it, Suzuka!! You can't suffer alone anymore!! Tell him how much you have suffered from his LONG training!"

"Spe!! Please stop!! That's enough!!"

In an attempt to save herself from more embarrassnt, Suzuka sprinted toward her roommate to shut her up. The chestnut uma put her arms above and below her friend's head so she would have a hard ti talking, effectively putting her in a chokehold.

"Please consult first before talking about stuff like that!!"

"Suzuka!! Can't…!!! Breath…!!!"

"It's embarrassing!!"

Suzuka was so deep in the embarrassnt sea that she tuned out her roommate's words. She is choking the fatty so hard that the glutton's face starts turning blue.

"Suzuka… Please… Can't…"

"Moooo!! We need to have a talk in private about this!!"

Before the fatty could say anything, she was dragged away by the orange Uma Musu to Goddesses know where. The fatty was still in the chokehold as she was being dragged away, so no noise ca out of her.

"I think you need to go after them, Air Groove."

"Mmmhh…"

Suzuka is Air Groove's best friend, but the reason she is here wasn't for her. It was for the young man. Air Groove had failed to take a sniff of him during the football match, and she intends to do that now. She can et Suzuka anyti she wants, but the young man is a different story.

"I would love to, but–"

"Ah! Sorry about this, but Special Weight might die if I don't do this!!"

*SMACK*

The young man does sothing anyone shouldn't do to a horse or an Uma Musu: smack their butt. Smacking their butt is basically one free ticket to a kick on the head, and only a few can survive an Uma Musu kick to the head. The other reaction that might occur once soone smacks an Uma Musu in the butt is what the young man was looking for: running.

"YES, DADDY DARLING!!"

The vice president ran with all her might.