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Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [344]

[In the following days, because Dianna continued to come looking for you daily, Diancie's dissatisfaction only grew stronger.]

[Even after all this time, it seemed she still had no intention of initiating conversation with you.]

“I tried a new recipe today—how’s the taste? To your liking?”

Elias quietly asked, sitting off to the side and watching as Diancie ate with small bites.

Upon hearing his questio...

Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [343]

When she was suddenly hugged from behind, Diancie jumped in surprise, her small body shivering involuntarily.

But soon enough, she realized exactly who it was holding her.

“Let go of me!”

Diancie squirmed lightly, protesting unhappily.

She hadn’t forgiven him yet, so naturally, she wouldn't just allow Elias to keep hugging her.

Plus, she'd just realized all her earlier efforts had been totally pointless.

Elias didn’t even need to beg her to move tho...

Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [342]

That the [Power of Viridian] would lose effectiveness this quickly was indeed a surprise to Elias.

Dianna had once mentioned to him that her body had been injured by a powerful Pokémon.

Now, it seemed she hadn’t exaggerated; the abilities of that Pokémon were genuinely troublesome.

Yet Elias hadn’t given up because of this.

On the contrary, he felt he might have found a way to heal her completely.

Thinking of this, Elias glanced down at his...

Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [341]

When Diancie heard Elias persuading her, she first froze in place, then felt a wave of disbelief rush over her.

Elias… is siding with Her Highness… and driving me back into my room?!

Clearly, these two were her closest companions, but seeing them side by side, Diancie suddenly felt as though she couldn't read the situation at all.

Not only was she confused, but she even felt a tightness gripping her chest, and her nose began to sting.

She'd never imagined her own G...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [180]

Because Sakiko was borrowing the music club’s room, her piano practice was limited to about an hour each day—and today, due to various interruptions, she’d lost nearly twenty precious minutes.

Sakiko reluctantly closed the piano cover. With her practice over, it was now time to return from music to the everyday battle of working for a living.

“All right, let’s go, Kyo.”

She turned to Kyo, who’d been obediently sitting nearby, quietly listening to Sakiko play. K...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [179]

Between the time spent buying drinks on their way here, plus some small disruptions after arriving at the clubroom, Sakiko’s already short piano practice today was cut even shorter.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Sakiko placed the remaining cans she’d been holding onto the floor in front of Kyo. She paused briefly, then added a gentle warning:

“Don’t drink too many at once. If there’s anything you can’t finish, I can help bring some over to the bookstore later.”...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [178]

In the common perception, Haneoka Girls’ High School had always been characterized primarily by its extremely high university acceptance rate and emphasis on academic excellence compared to other schools.

But that didn’t mean Haneoka was merely some oversized cram school fixated only on academics, ignoring all other aspects of education.

In various inter-school competitions, whether in music, art, or sports, Haneoka consistently achieved top rankings, receiving widespread reco...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [177]

Anyway, Kyo had passed along the message she promised to deliver for Uika, so whatever happened next was entirely up to the two of them.

She settled comfortably back into her seat, took out her tiny spray bottle to replenish some moisture, and then carefully tucked the precious little gadget into the small pocket sewn into her uniform skirt.

Then Kyo immediately slumped onto her desk, eyes half-closed, looking as if she was ready to doze off right there in the classroom.

Wha...

Band Girls’ Mixology Mission [176]

Sakiko gazed at Kyo’s lips, which somehow seemed increasingly captivating to her eyes. A strange impulse bloomed within her—

“Hm?”

Kyo, who a second ago had been proudly showing off her beloved little spray bottle, suddenly felt something gently press against her lips.

It was Sakiko’s fingers—index and middle finger pressed firmly together, touching Kyo’s lips, applying slight pressure, reshaping their softness into an unusual shape.

Then she pushed furth...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [765]

“I thought you'd head over to help.”

On the museum's fourth-floor terrace, visitors who grew weary from wandering exhibits could stop here to rest. Drinks and snacks were available, and small shops even sold souvenirs.

At this moment, the elderly gentleman in a neat suit and Nitocris were seated beneath a sunshade. Far in the distance was a battlefield hidden behind a Fuzetsu, invisible to ordinary humans—but clearly visible to these two.

“I already intervened,” Ni...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [764]

Ammit—the beast dwelling in the underworld of Ancient Egyptian mythology, symbolizing divine retribution and order. Its legend was chronicled in the Book of the Dead, occasionally depicted in murals seated by the side of the god Osiris.

Its name meant “Devourer,” “Bone Eater,” “Eater of the Dead,” and it bore other aliases like “Devourer of Sinners,” “Heart-Eating Demon,” and “Demoness of Death.”

In the underworld, souls were judged according to their sin...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [763]

Three Crimson Denizens surrounded the flame-haired girl from all sides.

Her solemn expression was justified—she wasn’t naive enough to underestimate them simply because there were three of them together. The blond boy’s fierce strike moments ago had already forced her to get serious.

She might not know Tiriel or Sydonay, but if these two were even stronger than the blond boy, then her odds in this battle could only be described as pitifully low.

Though the flame-haired...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [762]

Dirty alleyways breed sin—they’ve witnessed far too many events that can't bear the scrutiny of sunlight.

Today, these three delinquents dragged a wealthy-looking young boy into such an alley, beating and robbing him. Their practiced movements clearly indicated this wasn't their first time. They had once feared the consequences, but by now, all they felt was exhilaration.

Because only here could they trample those dressed in radiant clothes, those people who lived above them, ...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [761]

Time always slips away without a sound—

Japan in May was like an unripe plum warmed by the sun; before it even touched the lips, sourness had already seeped through the fingers.

Along the banks of Tokyo’s Sumida River, cherry petals had long sunk to the riverbed, yet the water still retained faint, rosy memories.

At five in the morning, the first water bus pierced through the thin mist, its wake scattering reflections of tall buildings into fragments of silver.

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Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume! 2 [158]

In the end, Gotham Song realized she had severely underestimated Flightline’s determination—the kind of resolve that made bleeding seem trivial.

What kind of mindset did a horse girl need to say such things?

Truthfully, Gotham Song thought the only time she herself could have uttered words like that was very, very long ago—long before she’d even run the Arc.

At that time, she’d been selfish and powerful, deliberately empty of everything except raw ability. Back the...

Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume! 2 [157]

Flightline, huh… another completely unfamiliar name. At least Gotham Song had absolutely no memory of this horse girl—not in this life, nor in her past life either.

But still, she felt instinctively that if this filly was someone only she could help, she must be a Uma Musume with considerable potential and an utterly unique personality—otherwise Secretariat wouldn’t have personally taken notice or reached out with this urgent request.

However, like she’d said earlier, Go...

Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume! 2 [156]

After returning home, Gotham Song felt somehow uneasy.

That strange tension between Mejiro Ardan and Neo Universe still hadn’t faded. Gotham Song could more or less guess Neo Universe’s reason for acting that way. If it were the original her, perhaps she wouldn’t have noticed something like this at all.

Ah, no, or rather—perhaps Gotham Song from before had deliberately chosen not to think about it…?

After all, what Neo Universe had revealed earlier was far too expl...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [145]

Like the chaotic prelude of an epic, in the brief ten seconds after the gates flung open, eighteen figures shot forth like arrows loosed from the string, their paths crisscrossing in a frenzy.

Sunlight shattered into fragments where hooves struck turf, sparks bursting from the collision of iron and grass. Over a hundred thousand eyes in the stands turned into high-speed cameras, capturing every collision, every surge, with feverish intensity.

The once-flat formation compressed vis...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [144]

As Kitasan Black stepped out of the tunnel into the sudden brilliance of daylight, squinting briefly, the last conversation she'd had with her senpai echoed in her mind.

Or rather, a question she'd suddenly thought to ask.

“Um…Teio-senpai, I have a question. A few days ago, I had a dream and it made me wonder… Before your Japanese Derby, what…what were you thinking about?”

At the time, Tokai Teio—and the other senpai—had paused briefly, startled.

“The J...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [143]

During her final two days of training for the Japanese Derby, Kitasan Black occasionally thought back to that strange dream and gradually started feeling the feverish anticipation surrounding the race.

It was a strange thing indeed.

As a top-tier G1 among G1 races and one uniquely important within the Classic Triple Crown, with the Derby fast approaching, it was no exaggeration to say all eyes were fixed upon it.

Even when strolling through town on her days off, she could se...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [142]

Today, Kitasan Black suddenly realized training felt very strange.

At first, it was the usual horizontal wall running.

1.9 meters, 1.5 meters, 2.4 meters—these three heights, practiced countless times, were already carved into her bones.

She could control her height even with eyes closed, running horizontally along the wall exactly as Yasui Makoto instructed, rarely ever slipping down again.

But for some reason, this time when practicing at 2.4 meters, the familiar w...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: From Getting Knocked Ten Meters Away [141]

Although they had agreed to talk tomorrow, it was already Monday morning when Yasui Makoto finally saw Kitasan Black again.

It seemed she had obediently followed instructions to rest early, because when they reunited, the girl was back to her usual energetic self.

“I give up!”

The moment she saw Yasui Makoto, Kitasan Black shouted with exuberant excitement:

“I realized I can't figure it out by myself! So, fighting desperately, winning no matter what, all of that�...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [172]

Naturally, Meisho Doto didn’t betray Kitahara Sota’s trust.

But as for how she managed it at the time, even she wasn’t entirely sure.

She only remembered that after Kitahara-san said those words—

Even though her heart still trembled uneasily, even though her brain still believed she could achieve nothing by herself, her body began to move obediently at his command.

After saying those words, Kitahara-san didn’t immediately ask Doto to cooperate with his action...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [171]

I know you're there.

After those words, a tuft of white ahoge behind the cover twitched slightly.

Following a brief hesitation, the Uma Musume with chestnut hair and violet eyes emerged tentatively from behind the cover, looking visibly uneasy.

“Um... I’m so sorry, Kitahara-san. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. I'll leave right away...”

As she finished speaking, she turned hastily, her movements almost panicked, a...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [100]

Initially, the little Uma Musume had wanted Ardan to organize a tea party so they could listen to Kagura’s stories—but once snacks were served, everyone instantly became preoccupied with eating, forgetting all about the storytelling.

“Oh no! I got too caught up in the sweets… Kagura-oneesan?”

By the time Mejiro McQueen emerged from her pile of pastries and lifted her head, she saw Ardan, holding a spoonful of almond tofu, trying to feed it directly into Kagura’s mouth....

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [99]

Although the room had been cleaned fairly well beforehand, tidying it up properly still took quite some time. By the time Kagura and the little Uma Musume had finally finished organizing everything, it was already lunchtime.

Though the girls hadn’t gotten to fully enjoy Kagura’s stories in the morning, their spirits remained high. Perhaps because they had finally completed something together, or because they had been given a chance to bond with each other, even Ardan wore a happy sm...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [98]

Although Kagura wasn’t particularly familiar with this lively crowd of little Mejiro girls, when Ardan led her diverse swarm of younger sisters over, it only took Kagura a few moments to take control of the scene. These kids had been endlessly curious about her personal life, but fortunately hadn’t asked anything too intrusive yet. Kagura could still smile and talk comfortably, sharing stories about her school life and funny incidents with her friends. Even Mejiro McQueen, who had intende...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [97]

“Welcome, Kagura. You've finally arrived.”

Following Mejiro Ramonu into the hall, Kagura saw Old Mejiro already standing by the entrance, apparently waiting for quite a while. She had expected Old Mejiro to wait seated, so seeing the family head personally welcoming her at the door left Kagura feeling slightly nervous.

“I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Family Head-sama. I'll be imposing upon you for the next few days.”

Kagura hurriedly bowed in return. With Old Me...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [96]

“Kagura-sama, Ardan-sama, you’ve arrived.”

As Kagura and Ardan stepped out of the academy gates, the old Mejiro family butler was already waiting by the car. Seeing the two approaching, he respectfully bent down in a deep bow.

“Sorry to trouble you again, Butler-ojisan, for picking me up,” Kagura said politely.

“No trouble at all. Seeing Ardan-sama looking so healthy now is already our greatest happiness,” the butler replied warmly. “We must thank Kagura-sama...

Girls? I'm Going to Be a Pokémon Master! [70]

A Luxury Ball—worth at least 30,000 yen even at regular price—was definitely high-class. At least, Satoshi himself didn’t own one.

Not because it was expensive, but because the red-and-white Poké Ball was the most classic!

Satoshi originally cared a lot about matching Pokémon types to Poké Ball designs. Back when he played the games, he'd use a Dive Ball for Water-types and a Love Ball for pink Pokémon.

But now, he'd completely fallen for the simplicity of the basi...