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Slacking Professionally at Tracen [127]

Truthfully, Kitahara Sota didn’t much care what Kudou Kazuya’s intentions were.

Whether he was fishing for criminals out of guilt, or whether he was bursting with justice and playing the anti-hero—it didn’t matter to him.

Everyone had their own way of living. He was no policeman, no judge. Just a trainer. He had neither the time nor the obligation to scrutinize how others lived.

But the problem was—why the hell did Kudou have to keep dragging him into it?!

On...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [126]

The next day, early morning.

Kitahara Sota woke up as usual. Washed, dressed, and went to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Only—unlike before, after eating, he didn’t head for the training grounds. Instead, he stopped by the Student Council room first.

Then he returned to his dorm, flopped onto the bed, his expression gradually sinking into melancholy.

Ah… so bored.

Sure, he had agreed last night to Kudou Kazuya’s request. But the meeting was set for...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [125]

Just as Kitahara Sota was staring at the monitor, his expression growing more and more subtle...

...

Tracen Headquarters, Ritto Dormitory.

A brown-haired, gray-eyed girl called Vodka was staring at her own screen, looking conflicted.

She was “GraspVictory,” the one currently chatting with Kitahara Sota.

Only, contrary to Kitahara’s assumption, Vodka was not some adolescent boy, but a bona fide Uma Musume who had gotten into Tracen HQ on her own talent and a...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [124]

It wasn’t the first day Kitahara Sota couldn’t figure out what Eclipse was thinking.

But this time—it was the kind of especially impossible to understand.

That night, when he woke up after being attacked by Eclipse, his brain was blank.

Not blank in the emotional sense, but blank in the physical sense.

Because he’d nearly been smothered by lack of oxygen during her “attack,” and it took him nearly a full minute afterward to catch his breat...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [123]

A few days later.

Tracen Academy, Student Council room.

Symboli Rudolf slowly set down her pen. Beside her, the documents had already piled into a small mountain.

Summer training camp, the approach of holidays, the flood of transfer students—her workload these days had been absurdly heavy. She was busy from dawn to dusk, and nearly two weeks had passed since she last went to see Kitahara Sota.

Fortunately, now, with September’s arrival, Tracen Academy was finally, ...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [122]

After falling asleep in Eclipse’s arms, in the haze of dreams, Kitahara Sota began to dream.

In the dream, he returned to the day he first met Eclipse.

Dreamers often don’t realize they are dreaming. Kitahara was no different.

He only saw his reflection in a roadside puddle suddenly grow small, then lifted his eyes to that familiar little figure not far away. After a brief moment of confusion, surprise welled up in his gaze.

Wait—did this mean he had been reborn?...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [121]

Two weeks later.

At Tracen Academy, in a certain shaded grove where Agnes Tachyon used to haunt day after day.

Kitahara Sota sat on a stone bench, his expression weighed down by melancholy.

It had been exactly two weeks since the day they discussed merging teams.

The morning after, once Komata Hajime sobered up from the izakaya, once she remembered what had happened—her whole system crashed.

Making a ruckus in a bar, burrowing into Kitahara Sota’s arms, even ...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [120]

It was obvious—Komata Hajime was drunk.

That, Kitahara Sota had not expected.

Because when the waiter brought the drinks, even though he hadn’t touched a drop, he’d still glanced at the label.

The alcohol content wasn’t high—lower than most beers, in fact. And the serving size was smaller too. You could almost call it a soft drink.

So Kitahara honestly hadn’t thought Komata could get drunk on this.

But drunk is drunk. She wasn’t a heavy drinker to b...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [119]

Some time later, at an izakaya outside the academy.

Kitahara Sota sat across from Komata Hajime, whose face was flushed red.

But not from shyness. From anger.

Even though she’d been at Tracen for years, Komata rarely went out.

Part of it was work. The other part—her looks.

Imagine this: every time you try to step out and clear your head, people swarm you one after another.

“Little girl, are you lost? Where’s your family’s number?” Some even call...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [118]

From Kitahara Sota’s perspective, ever since Manhattan Café joined the team, life had once again settled into calm.

The Symboli family had made no moves. The Black Forest matter was closed.

Even Sunday Silence was being well-behaved. Apart from showing up every night to hug his arm and sleep, she hadn’t done anything else.

And aside from Nice Nature—who now slept beside him nightly because of Sunday’s presence—there was nothing worth noting.

And even that, h...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [117]

The next morning, when Kitahara Sota woke up, he didn’t feel anything particularly wrong.

There was a weight on his body, yes, but Eclipse often crawled into his futon in the middle of the night—sometimes even into his arms—so he was long used to that feeling.

But then, as he grew more awake, he realized something. Eclipse wasn’t beside him. She’d gone to sleep with the little ones.

So what was this weight?

He stiffly lowered his head—and saw two small head...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [116]

Because both Agnes Digital and Tokai Teio’s races were scheduled for late August, once Kitahara Sota had finished “disciplining” Agnes Tachyon, he quickly slipped back into a calm, ordinary routine.

As for the Winner’s Stage afterward—that too passed without incident.

Thanks to all that hands-on care in the past weeks, Kitahara already understood Tachyon’s physical limits very well.

His methods were stimulating, sure, but he timed everything carefully. By the tim...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [115]

And so, time began to flow quietly again.

Only—unlike before—after that Sunday gathering, things shifted.

Driven by undercurrents on both sides, Komata Hajime’s team changed their usual training spot, moving right next door to Kitahara Sota’s team. Interaction between them became far more frequent.

But Kitahara didn’t pay much mind.

After all, the only one worth worrying about on Komata’s side was Super Creek. But she wasn’t his tantou, and simply exchang...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [114]

Half an hour later, at the café.

Kitahara Sota calmly explained everything to Symboli Rudolf and Hayakawa Tazuna, and the two quickly understood.

After all, they themselves had just been pressured again, and were wandering outside to clear their heads when they happened to bump into him—so they could completely sympathize with Komata Hajime’s situation.

As for Komata, the words she had blurted earlier had only been a slip born from restless nerves. After being startled ...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [113]

On the other side.

While the girls in Kitahara’s team were busy trying to invite over Komata Hajime’s girls to discuss countermeasures, Kitahara Sota had already arrived at the meeting place he and Komata had agreed on.

On the way, he also quietly removed the bug and GPS tracker that Agnes Tachyon had planted on him.

Tachyon probably thought she’d hidden it well, that Kitahara never noticed.

But in truth, he’d always known. He just couldn’t be bothered to car...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [112]

Within that calm, everyday rhythm, time slipped into the end of July.

With summer digging deeper, the weather grew hotter day by day.

The heat, plus the wave of training camps rolling out one after another, meant the number of Uma Musume and trainers on the grounds had dropped noticeably. Outfits, too, grew lighter.

Kitahara Sota’s side was, of course, the same.

After all, he wasn’t a god. He couldn’t control climate or the turn of seasons. He cut down some of hi...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [111]

After that day, Tokai Teio also joined the training camp.

And of course, everyone was very welcoming of her arrival.

After all—kids, right? When it comes to living together and messing around, there’s basically no resistance at all.

Besides, while in some ways they were rivals, at the same time they were teammates. They trained together, ate together, played together; long ago they had already tied a pretty solid bond of friendship.

Among them, the most lively—st...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [10]

The sudden appearance of that trainer had completely disrupted Inari Kagura’s original plan. She stood under the bulletin board, thinking for quite a while, so absorbed in her thoughts she didn’t even notice someone coming up behind her.

Only when she felt a hand pat her head, fingers gently stroking, did she snap back to herself—and saw Symboli Rudolf standing behind her, sweat still clinging to her, clearly just finished with intense training.

“Kagura? Weren’t you goin...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [9]

"Ten years old. Not even matured, yet already has this kind of speed and stamina. Truly worthy of being the Symboli matriarch's find—her eye for talent is as sharp as ever."

While Inari Kagura was watching Maruzensky train on the track, Symboli Rudolf walked over to Tojo Hana, wanting to hear her thoughts on Kagura's performance.

"No wonder you're so invested. So you've already spoken with Speed-sama about bringing that child to Tracen?"

"…Not yet. I'm still figuring out...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [8]

After warming up with the two of them, Kagura walked to what seemed to be the starting line on the track. She wasn’t sure where the start actually was—she’d only been told that the spot with the signboard of some unknown Uma was the beginning.

“Clear skies, turf, good track condition. 1600 meters.”

By the trackside, Tojo Hana was reciting something. Kagura caught the gist—it sounded like she was announcing the course conditions and training distance.

Kagura remem...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [7]

Inari Kagura felt uneasy.

All along the way, she could feel a gaze on her back—by now she didn’t even need to call it “feeling.” She knew. She had already noticed a terribly clumsy disguise and an even worse tailing technique: an Uma following her. And since she wasn’t affected by the bizarre eyesight unique to Uma (the kind where holding up two twigs somehow makes you “invisible”), of course she spotted the stalker instantly.

Kagura couldn’t think of any ...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [6]

The next morning, Kagura went out to buy ingredients as usual. She hadn't even reached the shopping street yet when she spotted her friend—Nice Nature—standing at the street's edge with a schoolbag on her back.

"Morning～ Kagura, here for groceries again today?"

"Mm. From now on I'll probably be the one doing the shopping every time. Nature, why are you standing here?"

"I was just about to head to school. Oh—come to think of it, Kagura, you come here so early every da...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [5]

“So… you mean to tell me you hit more than ten red lights in a row on the way back, and that’s why you’re late… right.”

After listening to Kagura’s explanation for why she returned nearly half an hour later than usual, the head maid finally let out a sigh of relief.

Kagura herself hadn’t expected it—on her way back with groceries for lunch, she somehow managed to encounter red lights at nearly every crossing. She had to wait through the full timer at eac...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [4]

"Thank you for your purchase～"

Carrying a big pile of groceries out of the store, Inari Kagura glanced at the receipt in her hand. After confirming the total and making sure all the food matched, she tucked the slip safely into the pocket of her maid uniform.

She had already been here for nearly two months. After adjusting to her new work, she realized that even at full intensity, this job was easier than her old one. Compared to sitting in an office all day seeing patients or s...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [3]

In the little room assigned to her, Kagura picked up the child-sized maid outfit the head maid had just delivered and held it against herself in front of the mirror.

“Ah… I’m only about 140cm now, huh? I completely turned into a little kid!”

Remembering the 170cm height she once had, Inari Kagura let out a helpless sigh.

She had spent almost the entire past week in bed, recovering from her injuries, mostly taken care of by Symboli household servants. So, for these da...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [2]

The next morning, while out for her usual walk in the garden, Symboli Speed noticed that the little Uma Musume she had rescued yesterday was already awake.

The girl was seated not far away, on the veranda facing the garden, sitting in a wheelchair and staring blankly at the sky.

Symboli Speed turned and walked toward her. Reaching out, she gently touched the girl’s head. She felt the child startle, shivering as her long ears suddenly sprang upright.

“Ah! …Good morning,...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [1] & Synopsis

Inari Kagura, a girl from the a different world who worked herself to death, awakens in a remote shrine. Barely escaping a sudden fire, she collapses, exhausted, at the gates of the Symboli household.

No cheat system unique to transmigrators. No money, no power, not even a usable identity. And this body—an eleven-year-old that nobody dares to hire. To survive, she accepts the old Symboli’s proposal and becomes the family’s maid.

“This world is definitely not normal. I ...