If he wanted Eclipse to change her mind, Kitahara Sota had to reason with her right as she made a decision.
Because once Eclipse had truly set her mind on something, she wouldn't budge an inch, no matter how much he pleaded.
This was a lesson he'd painfully learned over years of living together.
Thinking about the hellish training awaiting him once he recovered, Kitahara began to regret even resisting earlier.
I should have just let myself get beaten up.
By the time Kitahara Sota returned to the clubroom, nearly an hour and a half had passed.
Hearing the door open, Tokai Teio was the first to look up, her nose wrinkling slightly in displeasure.
"Trainer-san, you’re so slow! What took you so long—wait, what happened to your arm?"
Following Tokai Teio’s words, everyone’s gazes immediately settled on his oddly twisted left arm.
"Oh, this? I just tripped on my way back," he said, forcing a smile. He placed the two ...
2025-08-04 08:42:02 +0000 UTC View PostBang—
The punch landed.
But rather than striking flesh and bone, it hit the cold, hard wall.
Mindful that her opponent was human, she had restrained her strength. Thus, even after hitting the wall, her fist sustained no injury—not even a faint redness.
Across from her, Kitahara Sota tilted his head, watching her momentarily stunned by missing her target. His expression was puzzled.
“You know, school rules forbid running recklessly outside the train...
2025-08-04 08:41:58 +0000 UTC View PostWalking toward Tracen's supermarket, Kitahara Sota wore a troubled expression.
Truthfully, he understood why his team had created a chat group without including their trainer.
After all, since forming the team, he’d deliberately kept interactions with them minimal. Even now, he hadn't added any of them on LINE, let alone joined a group chat.
So logically, their decision to exclude him should align perfectly with his desire to keep his distance from his own Uma Musume. He s...
2025-08-04 08:41:55 +0000 UTC View PostEarly next morning. Another brand-new day.
Though last night had been full of events—ones that might’ve left anyone else sleepless—Kitahara, on the contrary, woke up with a sense of profound relief.
He’d obtained Symboli Rudolf’s outright disdain—a ★★★-level life-saving talisman—and had clarified things thoroughly with Tokai Teio, further solidifying her intention to keep him out of her business. On top of that, the incident on the school forums had painted him...
2025-08-04 08:41:34 +0000 UTC View PostDue to Tokai Teio’s sudden intrusion, Symboli Rudolf had no choice but to end their conversation prematurely, allowing both of them to leave.
After exiting the Student Council room, Kitahara and Tokai Teio sat side-by-side on the grass near the training track, each bearing a complicated expression.
“Hey, Trainer Kitahara.” Tokai Teio hugged her knees to her chest, her ponytail gently swaying behind her.
After seeing the forum post back in the clubroom, she’d instantl...
2025-08-04 08:41:04 +0000 UTC View PostSymboli Rudolf’s words were phrased as a question, but her tone left no room for refusal.
In fact, she had already thoroughly investigated Kitahara Sota before summoning him today.
Yet, perhaps because she herself had no trainer, and because her authority mostly covered student affairs, the people she questioned about Kitahara happened not to be the ones who genuinely knew about his true abilities.
As a result, despite her diligent efforts, she mistakenly concluded Kitahar...
2025-08-04 08:40:39 +0000 UTC View PostSymboli Rudolf—the legendary Uma Musume of Tracen Academy and president of its Student Council.
The undefeated Triple Crown winner, the reigning Emperor who claimed seven crowns, Rudolf was not only admired for her unmatched record but was also the esteemed young lady of the Symboli family—one of JP’s largest and most influential Uma Musume families.
According to rumor, she was even slated to be the next head of the Symboli family.
But even setting aside her prestigiou...
2025-08-04 08:40:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe morning of the next day passed uneventfully, spent in blissful slacking.
After training, the usual group of five headed to the cafeteria for lunch. Under the wary eyes of the cafeteria staff, who braced themselves as though facing a natural disaster, they finished their meals, then briefly rested in the team clubroom until afternoon.
Tokai Teio had afternoon classes, so she didn’t return to the track, but Special Week and Oguri Cap continued training with enthusiasm.
A...
2025-08-04 08:39:59 +0000 UTC View PostThe next morning.
After handing the training plans over to Special Week and Oguri Cap, Kitahara Sota promptly began his slacking.
According to the usual relationship between trainers and Uma Musume, once a training plan was set, the trainer should closely supervise its execution.
Part of it was making sure the Uma Musume adhered strictly to the plan without slacking off or blindly adding extra exercises. Another part was making timely adjustments based on actual results.
... 2025-08-03 21:15:55 +0000 UTC View PostFor the third time today, Kitahara Sota found himself face-to-face with the little loli Chairwoman.
Morning meeting once, team application approval once, and now he'd been dragged here again.
At this point, he felt like Liu Bei making three visits to Zhuge Liang's hut.
Because Kitahara hadn't resisted at all, he arrived at Chairwoman Akikawa Yayoi’s office completely unharmed, obediently led by the crowd of Uma Musume and trainers who’d rushed to the scene earlier. Now, ...
2025-08-03 18:50:55 +0000 UTC View PostAlthough Tokai Teio had asked Kitahara Sota who these two were, she actually already knew their identities.
Special Week and Oguri Cap, two transfer students who'd arrived at Tracen HQ simultaneously a year ago.
On their very first day, they'd successfully demolished Tracen’s pride and joy—its cafeteria buffet—leaving an enduring psychological scar on the staff.
Regarding achievements, it was said they both possessed exceptional talent, but since their professional tra...
2025-08-03 18:50:37 +0000 UTC View PostContracts between trainers and Uma Musume came in several forms, the most common being those of tantou Uma Musume and team Uma Musume.
A tantou relationship was rather serious: numerous complex rules, heavy responsibilities, and strict requirements.
Once established, barring extraordinary circumstances, trainer and tantou remained bound for the Uma Musume's entire three-year professional debut—through glory and setbacks alike. It was safe to say they shared a s...
2025-08-03 18:50:19 +0000 UTC View PostTokai Teio finished her training as noon approached.
Checking the time on his phone, Kitahara Sota stood up, waved to Tokai Teio resting not far away, and then went off to meet Eclipse, who had just gotten out of class.
“How was your morning?” he asked Eclipse.
“Average,” Eclipse replied flatly.
“If you're having trouble with your studies, I can help you catch up. You know I'm basically free these days,” he offered lightly.
“Alright.”
“Oh,...
2025-08-03 18:50:03 +0000 UTC View Post"Kitahara Sota" was an urban legend circulating among local Tracen academies and Uma Musume trainers for several years.
According to rumors, if you encountered any difficulties related to Uma Musume, you only needed to hang three carrots—each no shorter than five centimeters—outside your door. Doing so might attract a mysterious humanoid named Kitahara Sota to knock at your door.
He appeared very young—almost childlike—but possessed knowledge and skills far surpassing vete...
2025-08-03 18:49:40 +0000 UTC View PostWhether Eclipse’s threat about jumping him if he refused was a joke or serious, Kitahara Sota neither knew nor wanted to know.
Admittedly, even by Tracen’s standards, where beautiful Uma Musume roamed in droves, Eclipse stood out as exceptional. They weren’t related by blood either, so nothing would be ethically wrong if something did happen.
But two problems still remained:
One was the rather complicated nature of his relationship with Eclipse—less lovers and mo...
2025-08-03 18:49:22 +0000 UTC View Post"I'm an idiot. Seriously."
On the way home, Kitahara Sota stared emptily ahead.
"I always knew money could make ghosts grind the millstone, but I never thought I'd be the one falling into that trap someday."
He'd clearly resolved to avoid becoming any Uma Musume’s trainer until Eclipse graduated. Yet the moment Tokai Teio made her offer, he'd shamefully caved in.
For trainers at Tracen Academy, besides their generous base salary, their main source of income came from...
2025-08-03 18:48:59 +0000 UTC View PostTokai Teio—a legendary figure.
A ★★★ character in the game, protagonist of the anime's second season; her appearance, background, racing achievements, and titles were all dazzling.
But Kitahara Sota wasn't paying attention to any of that.
What concerned him was Tokai Teio’s notorious reputation on an entirely different front.
Her possessiveness.
Her position in the world of "heavy" Uma Musume fandom was comparable to Gachi-muchi's Four Heavenly...
2025-08-03 18:48:34 +0000 UTC View PostAfter transmigrating to Tracen Academy in the world of Uma Musume, Kitahara Sota’s sole ambition is to slack off.
When the Chairwoman calls, he pretends not to hear; invitations from the Mejiro family are ignored; when the Student Council approaches, he feigns sleep; and if an Uma Musume directly nominates him as her trainer, he simply vanishes without a trace.
"I hope you're treating your life with the same attitude," someone remarks.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you sa...
2025-08-03 18:48:10 +0000 UTC View Post“Tch! That Mystic Code even blocks external magical interference?”
A silver blade flashed dangerously close to Kairi Sisigou’s chin as Shirou, utterly unscathed, emerged from the billowing smoke, his armor gleaming ominously under the moonlight.
Shirou’s movements were too swift, leaving Kairi no time to pull another grenade from his jacket. He barely managed to slip a hand into his coat, gripping his final resort tightly.
The "grenades" he used were products ...
2025-08-02 10:31:44 +0000 UTC View PostThe very instant Assassin of Black stabbed her blade into Red Berserker’s chest, Arthur immediately raced toward Shirou’s position, ignoring the two enemy Servants behind him.
It wasn’t because Arthur couldn’t fight both Assassin and Berserker simultaneously. Rather, with his exceptional parameters, he could easily handle both and even suppress their combined attacks.
But this battlefield wasn’t his alone to consider.
Thud—!
Flung away by th...
2025-08-02 10:31:40 +0000 UTC View Post“Is that Red’s Berserker?”
Accompanied by the thunderous rumble of his steps, the giant—his corpse-like skin mottled in eerie shades of blue and white—rushed toward Arthur, roaring madly as he swung an enormous sword, his face twisted into a crazed smile.
It was as though battle itself brought him unparalleled joy.
Bang—!
A fierce shockwave erupted from Arthur’s direction, whipping past Shirou with enough force to buffet his helmet violent...
2025-08-02 10:31:35 +0000 UTC View PostRip—!
As Shirou inhaled the white mist, a sickening sensation surged within him, as if his body was corroding from the inside out.
He could hear a sizzling sound, like acid slowly dissolving his lungs. Every breath brought him unimaginable pain.
It felt as though he’d inhaled a fog of concentrated industrial acid.
His lungs were not the only things affected—his skin began to melt, peeling and bubbling painfully.
I can’t last long like ...
2025-08-02 10:31:31 +0000 UTC View PostTrifas, Yggdmillennia Castle.
“My king, there’s a disturbance at the boundary field. According to the familiars, it appears to be Red Faction’s Berserker.”
Darnic respectfully stood at Vlad III’s side, reporting as they observed images transmitted by familiars, showing Red’s Berserker cutting a straight path through the dense forest.
Its goal was crystal clear: charging directly toward Yggdmillennia Castle—their stronghold.
“Did the concealment b...
2025-08-02 10:31:26 +0000 UTC View Post“We just heard some unusual sounds and were concerned it might be an enemy intrusion, so we came over to check it out,” Shirou awkwardly explained.
Lying wasn't exactly Shirou’s strong suit; in fact, he found it exceedingly difficult.
Even Arthur inwardly braced himself, convinced a battle might break out here.
“Oh, really?” Astolfo nodded thoughtfully and walked inside, completely unconcerned.
This Rider truly defies all logic. Arthur covered his fa...
2025-08-02 10:31:22 +0000 UTC View PostBang—!
“Ouch! Ow, ow, ow!”
Shirou collided heavily with something as he rounded the corner, tumbling straight to the floor.
“Oh, it’s Arthur and Arthur’s Master!”
Hearing the exceedingly familiar voice in front of him, Shirou rubbed his aching head in confusion.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't have bumped into anyone at the corner, not after all the battles he'd experienced.
By now, Shirou should’ve had at least some basic a...
2025-08-02 10:31:14 +0000 UTC View Post“Is there anything else?”
Shirou asked Vlad III politely. If this meeting was simply to praise their accomplishments, then it should end here. After all, mutual assessments hardly required such exaggerated compliments.
At this point, Shirou Emiya took a moment to survey his surroundings.
A figure that should have been familiar was notably absent: Astolfo. Although Shirou wasn't particularly close to him, Astolfo was the only Servant among the Black Faction he coul...
2025-08-02 10:31:10 +0000 UTC View PostTrifas, Yggdmillennia Castle.
Shirou and Arthur had returned to the Black Faction’s encampment. Their meeting with Jeanne had merely been a brief encounter; neither would become involved in her investigation into the Red Faction.
It wasn't that Shirou hadn't offered to assist Jeanne—rather, Jeanne herself had politely declined his help.
Firstly, Jeanne possessed formidable combat abilities, and her [God's Resolution] granted her two [Command Spel...
2025-08-02 10:31:05 +0000 UTC View Post“Lady Jeanne is...apologizing right now.”
As a Servant summoned using a living anchor, one's awareness of their host's condition was not particularly sharp. Servants themselves had no need to eat, drink, or sleep.
They could remain alert every moment if needed, but the same was not true for their host.
The host would become hungry, weary. Yet, given that a Servant’s mental and physical endurance far exceeded a normal human's, the sensations of hunger and fatigue...
2025-08-02 10:30:56 +0000 UTC View PostAfter days of rigorous training, the day of Haru Urara’s debut race finally arrived.
It was a short-distance grass race—1,300 meters, clockwise—with ten Uma Musume participating.
A gentle drizzle fell from the gray sky, dampening the grass and lending a slightly somber mood to the entire venue.
As it was only a debut race, spectators were sparse, huddling around a small stage either clad in raincoats or clutching umbrellas.
Before the race officially began...
2025-08-02 10:30:51 +0000 UTC View Post