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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [146]

“Not even a Master, yet he presumes to command us as one—utterly infuriating!”

Atalanta muttered furiously as she raced through the forest, seething at the priest who dared issue orders in place of her absent Master.

Being manipulated like this—treated as little more than a pawn—made her long to draw her bow against Assassin immediately.

Yet she had a wish to entrust to the Holy Grail. She could only swallow her indignation and obey the priest's detestable instruct...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [145]

Red Rider and Archer had not initially followed Berserker here. Had they been tracking him, they'd never have missed the opportunity presented by the mist to force Arthur's retreat from the battle.

Instead, they'd received intel from Assassin's Master, urging them to swiftly reinforce Saber in Trifas and prevent her from falling into a Black Faction ambush.

While they hadn't directly followed Berserker, his movements hadn't escaped the priest’s notice—nor had those of h...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [144]

“Sisigou-san!”

Shirou shouted urgently, extending his hand toward Sisigou as he desperately dashed forward, hoping to shove him out of harm’s way.

Yet, with Shirou’s current speed, it was impossible to rescue Sisigou from Assassin’s blade in such a short instant.

Nor did Sisigou have anything capable of blocking Assassin’s attack—even if he reacted instantly and activated the degraded projection of Incursio Shirou had provided. Even Shirou’s o...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [143]

“How about a temporary truce?”

Arthur, enveloped by the thick mist, posed the question to Mordred.

Right now, Arthur was deeply worried about Shirou Emiya. Trapped in combat with Mordred, he had no way of knowing how Shirou was faring.

His [Instinct] couldn’t help him see through the dense fog—Arthur only knew Shirou’s general location, not the specifics of what was happening there.

He also saw concern for her own Master reflected clearly in ...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [142]

“I just hope Sisigou-san’s Servant can quickly grasp the situation and stop tangling with Saber.”

The dense mist completely obscured Shirou and Kairi Sisigou’s vision. Even [Incursio] couldn’t help them pierce through the fog to spot their enemies.

Shirou could only roughly estimate Berserker’s position by sensing vibrations through the ground.

Gulp.

Shirou swallowed nervously.

Within this suffocating mist, Berserker�...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [141]

This was yet another innovative application Shirou had discovered for [Incursio].

The more magical energy poured into a projection, the closer it came to the original weapon. However, for Shirou's projections, even at maximum magical output, the weapon would still remain at least one rank below its genuine counterpart, merely prolonging its usability.

Conversely, lowering the magical output caused the quality of the projection to deteriorate, gradually distancing ...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [40]

“What’s up, Teio?”

Kitahara Sota glanced toward Tokai Teio beside him, feeling quite calm.

Perhaps because he was sure he hadn't raised her affection, or maybe because Teio had seemed stable lately. Or possibly, after nearly two weeks at Tracen, he had realized things weren’t as outrageous here as he'd once imagined.

In any case, he wasn’t as wary of Tokai Teio as he once was.

Though still cautious, at least casual conversations posed no problem. Their relati...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [39]

After settling things with Agnes Digital, Kitahara Sota felt genuine joy bubbling up from within, the corners of his mouth curving upward.

Great, now I can finally slack off again!

Although he'd appeared exceptionally diligent and hardworking recently—as if he'd completely abandoned his lazy lifestyle—this was all just preparation for even better days of laziness ahead.

His two tantou didn't require his oversight anyway. They’d been self-sufficient from the st...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [38]

After overcoming the initial chaos of training, everything that followed became far smoother and simpler.

Once Oguri Cap received the new running method and training schedule, she progressed rapidly thanks to her solid foundation.

Besides needing Kitahara Sota’s guidance on the first morning, she mostly trained independently afterward, only occasionally needing small corrections on minor details.

Special Week, however, faced more difficulty. As her training progressed, her...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [37]

Special Week felt strangely unfamiliar with her own body right now.

It had only been a single morning of training. She hadn’t sustained any injuries. She looked exactly the same as usual.

But now, she could barely even walk straight, her eyes clouded with confusion.

“That’s completely normal.”

Hearing Kitahara Sota’s voice, she turned her head toward him as he continued.

“Learning an entirely new running style is far from simple. Even professionally t...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [36]

The word "actor" typically refers to someone performing a role. But in the world of Uma Musume, this term has a rather unique meaning.

In the Uma Musume game, before the actual race begins, the system assesses your Uma Musume's attributes and skills compared to her opponents and predicts the outcome.

Sometimes, your Uma Musume might have overwhelming stats, the perfect skill set, and the system even declares her a "top favorite." In other words, it's a situation where defeat is ba...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [35]

The noisy, stressful weekend quickly passed, bringing Kitahara Sota back to his regular workday routine.

He woke up, washed up, dressed in his newly purchased clothes, carefully verified he was no longer glowing, then picked up the documents beside his computer and left the dorm.

Breakfast, training grounds—everything returned to normal.

Tokai Teio had already started her independent training. Even knowing now that Kitahara was far more capable than she'd initially thought...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [34]

Three hours later, Kitahara Sota finally finished, neatly sliding the completed set of six running styles into his notebook.

Although he'd once spent nearly two hours designing a single running style for Oguri Cap, that was years ago.

Since their separation, Kitahara hadn't slowed down. He'd wandered continuously, interacting with numerous trainers, encountering countless Uma Musume, and resolving many complex problems. The growth from these experiences was considerable.

A f...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [33]

When all the Uma Musume promised not to cause trouble, Kitahara Sota felt immense relief.

Looks like these girls at least have a bit of common sense—enough not to bother me when I'm busy.

Feeling reassured, he sat down at his computer, took out his notebook, and began serious calculations.

But it didn’t take long for him to understand one simple truth:

An Uma Musume's promises are nothing but lies.

Not even ten minutes into his writing, a sm...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [32]

The moment Nishiguchi Ei mentioned the name “Digital-tan,” Kitahara knew exactly who the stalker was.

Agnes Digital.

A name just as infamous at Tracen as Agnes Tachyon—and one he'd briefly considered recruiting himself.

But unlike Tachyon, Digital’s fame wasn’t due to mad science.

Quite the opposite. Digital had virtually no scientific prowess to speak of. Instead, her boundless enthusiasm focused entirely on a subject completely unrelated to science:

<...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [31]

Even after leaving the clothing store, Kitahara Sota still couldn't figure out what the elderly Uma Musume had meant with her cryptic remark.

Well, if I can't understand it, I'll just stop thinking about it.

Kitahara’s mindset had always been relaxed. It probably wasn’t anything important anyway, so if he couldn't grasp it, then so be it.

But apart from that puzzling statement, something else strange had occurred in the shop that left him thoroughly confused. 2025-08-04 08:43:25 +0000 UTC View Post

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [30]

Thus, due to Eclipse’s sudden request, what should have been a duo’s outing turned into a group of three.

Agnes Tachyon seemed to be in high spirits, chatting cheerfully with Eclipse along the way.

Eclipse, too, appeared more at ease than usual. Although she didn't speak much, she consistently replied to Tachyon’s conversation, occasionally even answering some questions.

The only unhappy one was Kitahara Sota, who walked silently at the front, heaving a deep sigh while...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [29]

After leaving the Chairwoman's office, Kitahara Sota looked as though he had lost all hope in life.

Tokai Teio, Symboli Rudolf, Grass Wonder, Agnes Tachyon…

It hadn’t even been a full week since he joined Tracen, yet he'd somehow managed to get entangled with practically all of the academy’s most dangerous Uma Musume—and now three of them had even joined his team.

The only one he hadn’t encountered yet was Satono Diamond—but that was only because she was currentl...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [28]

A short while later, Agnes Tachyon sat comfortably inside Kitahara Sota’s dorm, facing both him and Eclipse.

“This is Eclipse—she’s my family, we grew up together. She’s also one of my current tantou,” Kitahara briefly introduced Eclipse before turning toward Agnes Tachyon, his tone resigned.

“And this is Agnes Tachyon—a well-known figure at Tracen Academy and someone I… became acquainted with recently. I guess you could call her my… friend.”

He forced ...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [27]

Time passed quietly amid their respective training routines.

Perhaps Tracen Academy had strengthened its security, or maybe due to other unknown reasons; either way, the other party hadn’t made another move, allowing Kitahara Sota to finish the day without any further incidents.

After dinner, the Uma Musume insisted on escorting him back to his dorm. Having showered, he turned on his computer, intending to start writing training plans. However, before opening the software, he no...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [26]

As soon as Tokai Teio finished speaking, Kitahara Sota’s body instantly stiffened.

Though, from his memory, he hadn't done anything to boost her affection levels, and thus shouldn't have activated the skill [Monopolization], Tokai Teio’s sudden, dangerous-sounding remark still startled him.

It shouldn't have triggered... right?

Kitahara didn't respond immediately, maintaining his forward gaze while glancing cautiously from the corner of...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [25]

Although Tokai Teio didn’t know Kitahara Sota’s full story, she'd long suspected he wasn't as simple as he appeared.

She’d never questioned how he managed to find two tantou within a single day. After all, she herself had practically volunteered, and Eclipse had arrived with him. That wasn't particularly strange.

But the issue was that, on just his second day at Tracen Academy, he'd already formed a complete team.

While Special Week and Oguri Cap had been acquainted wi...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [24]

Though he was a notorious slacker who took every opportunity to laze around, Kitahara Sota never compromised when it came to serious business.

Seeing him suddenly spring into action, everyone was startled. Even Eclipse gave him a second glance, and Tokai Teio stared at him, expression oddly surprised and disbelieving.

By contrast, Special Week and Oguri Cap quickly adjusted. After all, both had trained under Kitahara previously. While they might not be familiar with his infamous e...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [23]

Early the next morning, Kitahara Sota awoke to an oddly soft, damp sensation on his hand.

Still groggy from sleep, his first thought was that his injury might have reopened overnight, soaking the bed in blood. Alarmed, he quickly opened his eyes.

What he saw instead was Oguri Cap, peacefully asleep beside him, drooling enough to soak almost one-sixth of his bed.

Kitahara: “…”

Since he’d fallen asleep early, he’d also woken up early. Glancing at his phone, he ...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [22]

Originally, Kitahara Sota’s four Uma Musume had planned to deliver dinner together, but shortly thereafter, Eclipse and Tokai Teio both mentioned they had urgent matters and couldn't make it.

Special Week had initially planned to come along with Oguri Cap, but due to her terrible grades from last semester, and a similarly poor performance on a quiz earlier today, she'd been dragged away by her homeroom teacher for remedial lessons.

Thus, Oguri Cap ended up coming alone.

As...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [21]

Agnes Tachyon understood clearly that Kitahara Sota didn't want anyone else to know about these secrets; otherwise, he wouldn't have disguised the whole thing as an accident.

So she deliberately kept her voice low. Leaning close enough that her breath brushed softly against his cheek, she ensured nobody else could overhear.

Watching Kitahara’s changing expression, she smiled faintly, sensing checkmate.

"So, how about it? Want to reconsider becoming my trainer? I might seem...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [20]

Symboli Rudolf was right—Kitahara Sota was indeed in danger.

Life-threatening danger, even.

Not long after finishing his chat with Higashimori Yosuke, the infirmary door swung open, revealing an Uma Musume with chestnut hair, crimson eyes, and a mysterious smile. She held two vials in her hands.

The moment she appeared, the infirmary—which had been filled with quiet chatter just seconds ago—fell dead silent.

All around the room, curtains quickly closed and locked...