Evening
Student Council President’s Office
Symboli Rudolf sat at her desk, dark circles beneath her eyes even heavier than this morning, her usually immaculate hair slightly disheveled. Yet she was still diligently going through documents. The pile on her desk had shrunk considerably, leaving only a small stack.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
“Come in.”
“Prez~!” Tokai Teio hopped energetically into the room.
Seeing h...
2025-07-26 10:49:03 +0000 UTC View Post“Eh? Trainer-san?” Tokai Teio blinked in confusion.
Why is Trainer-san in my room?
Is it a hallucination from my fever?
Did I miss his honey drink so much that I imagined him being here?
Yet after staring for ten full minutes, Mizuno Sora was still sitting there quietly reading, even carefully turning pages so as not to disturb anyone.
Teio was certain now—this wasn’t an illusion at all! It was the real Trainer-san!
Bu...
2025-07-26 10:48:56 +0000 UTC View PostTo complete the mission and check on Tokai Teio, Mizuno Sora arrived at Tracen Academy’s Ritto Dorm.
However, just as he approached within fifty meters of the dormitory, he suddenly realized a critical problem.
This is the girls’ dorm. Wouldn't it be improper—and possibly dangerous—for a guy like me to enter?
He might even get handcuffed by the dorm manager before stepping through the door.
Even if he made it inside, he still needed to go directly to T...
2025-07-26 10:48:46 +0000 UTC View Post“!”
Facing the ambush from his two seniors, Mizuno Sora’s mind raced.
Just before the two clubs smashed into his head, Mizuno ducked backward, narrowly avoiding the strikes.
“This kid’s no joke!” The two seniors were astonished by Mizuno’s reaction.
To react and dodge so quickly meant he definitely had some training, probably an heir to some powerful family.
But even if he was from a big-shot clan, they no longer cared.
Night after night of en...
2025-07-26 10:48:40 +0000 UTC View Post“I think...maybe it’s Kaneshiro Takeru.”
After uttering these words, Mizuno Sora felt a profound pang of guilt.
Sorry, Kaneshiro-san. Since you're probably about to get locked in the basement by Hinagiku soon anyway, adding a few more Uma Musume to your roster will help balance things out for you. So, see, I'm actually helping!
As for why Mizuno himself didn’t volunteer to take more Uma Musume and manage them through mutual restraint…
Well, he wa...
2025-07-26 10:48:33 +0000 UTC View Post“No… Please, no…”
Elena’s lips trembled softly, her eyes dimming as she peered through strands of disheveled hair, desperately engraving that retreating figure into her memory. She no longer had any strength left, only able to let herself be slowly dragged away by Hysteria, watching helplessly as Linen grew ever smaller in the distance.
When she turned her head, about to plead with Hysteria to stop, she was stunned to see the usually proud princess biting fiercely on a s...
2025-07-26 10:48:26 +0000 UTC View PostIn just a few breaths, the exam’s previously quiet atmosphere—subdued as it neared its end—transformed dramatically, shifting abruptly from an examination into a battlefield.
Shadow Knights, who had lain in wait for a long time, burst out from every direction, lunging toward the candidates still active. Most weaker examinees were swiftly apprehended without understanding why, but a few suddenly unleashed immense auras, violently clashing with the Shadow Knights.
Clearly, the...
2025-07-26 10:48:19 +0000 UTC View Post“Now get off me already!”
After confirming that Elena was safely out of sight, Hysteria roughly shoved Linen off her.
“Do you hate me that much, Princess? You didn't need to push that hard.”
Linen got up, brushing dirt off himself nonchalantly.
Hysteria simply huffed stubbornly, avoiding eye contact.
In truth, Linen’s body pressed against hers hadn’t felt particularly unpleasant.
While he had initially tackled her roughly, he quickly softened hi...
2025-07-26 10:48:12 +0000 UTC View Post“…And that concludes the explanation of the Artificer Exam rules. Any questions?”
Floating lazily beside the teleportation circle, Latina chewed bubblegum as her magically-enhanced voice echoed throughout the plaza.
The gathered students exchanged uneasy glances.
Each year’s Artificer Exam was famously unpredictable, often allowing open competition among students—but rarely had it ever been this explicitly ruthless.
The goal was simple: Artifact Retrieval...
2025-07-26 10:48:06 +0000 UTC View Post“How did he smuggle a gun past Master Latina’s barrier? Bastard!”
“Linen Norton, you're playing with fire!”
When the Tower mages recognized the brass-colored revolver in Linen’s hand, they erupted in fury. Tarn quickly knelt beside Will Sarion's fallen form, and his cloudy eyes widened in shock.
“He's…dead?!”
His aged voice trembled in disbelief. The furious mages instantly fell silent, their faces darkening as they stared at Linen.
Will Sarion,...
2025-07-26 10:47:57 +0000 UTC View PostInside the classroom—
Three small heads—red, white, and brown—huddled together, all staring down at the “class schedule” on the table.
Morning:
Swordsmanship — Ghislaine
Afternoon:
Rest
Evening:
Etiquette — Edna
That was the schedule before today.
Now, new entries had been added alongside the original list.
Additions:...
2025-07-26 10:46:59 +0000 UTC View Post
The spring breeze brushed gently across his face.
It tousled the fringe over Allen’s forehead.
He “opened” his eyes.
In his field of vision—
Light filtered through the shadows between the trees, scattering in dappled patches that swayed in front of the blue-haired girl’s eyes. The way the light moved made Allen feel as though her gaze was far too dazzling.
He couldn’t see her face clearly.
Instinctively, Allen blinked and turned his head to the ...
2025-07-26 10:46:52 +0000 UTC View PostShirone Royal Palace.
Under the same moonlit sky.
Roxy, who appeared no older than fourteen, sat at her writing desk, composing a letter.
Her petite frame barely fit the chair—her feet dangled in the air, toes stiffly braced against the crossbar between the chair legs for balance.
Her posture was perfectly upright.
The soft scratch-scratch of her pen echoed through the quiet as words flowed onto the page.
Her handwriting...
2025-07-26 10:46:46 +0000 UTC View PostA long while passed.
Allen finally lifted his pen, eyes drifting toward the ink-blurred scrawl where Hilda’s name had been completely smudged into unreadability.
With a turn of the wrist, he wrote her name again—this time outside the circle.
Placed right beside Eris.
[Oh? How benevolent.]
The floating text flickered into view again. Allen’s eyes hovered on the names Hilda and Eris...
2025-07-26 10:46:38 +0000 UTC View PostAllen stood in silence, staring at them.
The four beastkin maids were bowing, their heads lowered—yet that posture only made their traits more prominent.
From left to right: rabbit ears, wolf ears, dog ears, and cat ears.
The last one was a familiar face—the cat-eared girl who’d been sitting across from him on the return carriage from Roa.
After bowing in unison, the four of them straightened up, their expressions polite and sweet, hands clasped in front of them ...
2025-07-26 10:46:31 +0000 UTC View PostHandkerchief… handkerchief… got it!
A flash of inspiration lit up Kitahara Takeru’s mind.
His voice dropped, turning low and heavy.
“Eriri… are you sure that handkerchief is the one you gave me?”
Wait—could it not be?
Eriri had been completely certain that the handkerchief in her hand was the very one she’d gifted Watanabe Takeru.
But the moment she heard him say her surname—“Sawamura”—in that cold, unfamil...
2025-07-26 10:46:25 +0000 UTC View PostOn the other end of the phone, when Kitahara Takeru heard Eriri crying, his voice immediately tensed with concern:
“Eriri, are you crying?”
“Please don’t cry! If I did something wrong, tell me—I’ll fix it, I swear.”
Hearing him speak with the same tender care as always only made Eriri feel worse.
The pain carved into her chest like a dull chisel—slow, cruel, and relentless.
“Watanabe Takeru, how long are you going to keep lying to me?!”
...
2025-07-26 10:46:19 +0000 UTC View PostWhen Eriri found Shijō Maki in the garden gazebo, she was in the middle of a phone call, her lips moving rapidly.
The sight made Eriri’s heart clench.
Her own calls to Watanabe Takeru hadn’t gone through, and now Maki was on the phone with someone? Could it really be him?
Her instincts kicked in—Eriri rushed forward, snatched the phone out of Maki’s hand, and pressed it to her ear, trying to identify the voice on the other end.
Maki just stood there i...
2025-07-26 10:46:10 +0000 UTC View PostEriri’s outburst had been loud enough to draw the attention of nearly everyone at the gathering.
Sawamura Sayuri approached with graceful strides, her tone carrying a rare trace of sternness:
“Eriri, that was very impolite.”
Compared to the Yukinoshita family’s elite, high-pressure approach to raising their daughters, the Sawamuras were the epitome of indulgence. Where one side enforced rigid expectations, the other embraced the ideals of happy education. 2025-07-26 10:46:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Because Eriri’s father was British, the Sawamura estate had a distinctly Western layout.
Behind the spired towers of the English-style manor stretched a lush, expansive garden. A maze-like park bursting with flowers sprawled across an area about the size of two football fields.
Just walking from one end to the other could take over ten minutes.
Lawns, fountains, ornamental ground cover, pools, sculptures… Every feature was meticulously arranged—both functional and beau...
2025-07-26 10:45:56 +0000 UTC View PostOld-timer number one leisurely flew a circle around Gotham Song without saying a single word, yet somehow conveyed everything that needed saying.
After all, Symboli Rudolf already knew Manhattan Cafe was part of Gotham Song’s circle of friends. The fact that Gotham Song could see this particular “old-timer” wasn’t exactly a secret between them, either.
In other words, it made sense that Manhattan Cafe had asked her “friend” to fly ahead and keep an eye on Gotham Song. ...
2025-07-26 10:42:29 +0000 UTC View Post“You mean, you went running without even washing up first?”
“Mm.”
Symboli Rudolf didn't know whether to laugh or scold. She stared helplessly at Gotham Song, who had her head lowered and couldn’t utter a single word, as she recalled everything that had happened.
As the Student Council President of Japan's Tracen Academy, Symboli Rudolf was always the first to arrive at the office each morning—perhaps it was her dedication to leading by example. Since assuming thi...
2025-07-26 10:42:25 +0000 UTC View PostBut what awaited her upon returning to familiar Tokyo?
Naturally, familiar events as well. Gotham Song had slept soundly, yet the next morning—at the exact same time as always—she was awakened by that same familiar knocking.
Sleepily straddling Neo Universe and squirming out from under the covers, Gotham Song already knew exactly who it was, even through her grogginess. One face instantly appeared clearly in her mind—that bright, cheerful face full of determination.
On the night of September 10th, the Uma Musume community across the world was rocked by an unprecedented shock.
Simply put, two of Europe's most promising rising legends were completely and utterly defeated—by the Uma Musume now regarded as the greatest hope of this era for reaching historical legend status: Gotham Song, the American horse girl based primarily in Japan who had won this year’s Irish Champion Stakes in astonishing fashion.
Even Secretariat called immediately aft...
2025-07-26 10:42:17 +0000 UTC View PostWhat situation would plunge a horse girl's fans into absolute despair?
Of course, it’s when their oshi— their one and only favorite— falls into a hopeless predicament, losing all chance at victory.
But what's even more dreadful, even more worthy of screaming out loud?
It's precisely the scenario unfolding right now at Europe's own Irish Champion Stakes:
Helplessly watching as two elite European Uma Musume are desperately challenged by an American horse girl h...
2025-07-26 10:42:13 +0000 UTC View PostLeopardstown Racecourse didn’t remain quiet for long, quickly bursting back into another uproar.
However, from August 31st to September 1st, their roles had neatly reversed.
Gotham Song, formerly in the role of trainer, was now the focus, while Haya Of Star, having successfully completed her debut, now bore less pressure.
Yet, despite this, Haya Of Star maintained absolute competitive form, running at full strength alongside Gotham Song.
In her own words, this wasn...
2025-07-26 10:41:56 +0000 UTC View PostAugust 31st, Leopardstown Racecourse. 1400 meters, turf, left-handed track. Clear weather, good track conditions.
Honestly, for Haya Of Star, every moment up until now felt so unbelievably blissful that she could’ve soared straight into heaven.
Why? Well, that’s easy to explain!
Firstly, as a fan, what could possibly be more thrilling than interacting closely with your idol?
And yet, what had she experienced this past week?
Not only had she stayed under the s...
2025-07-26 10:41:52 +0000 UTC View PostAt any rate, Haya Of Star unexpectedly regained her spirits, and seeing this, Haya City’s smile turned warm with relief.
Naturally, Haya City invited Gotham Song and Mejiro Ardan to stay longer, but they politely declined. Instead, during dinner, Gotham Song mentioned the arrangement she’d decided upon earlier in the afternoon:
Before the Irish Champion Stakes, they'd stay at the Haya household again, resting and preparing together until the race concluded.
Haya City hap...
2025-07-26 10:41:26 +0000 UTC View PostTo be honest, Gotham Song rarely found herself in a state of complete speechlessness—so stunned that her thoughts short-circuited.
This was beyond the sky falling; it was like the Three Goddesses descending on motorbikes, casually waving hello after the apocalypse had already begun.
At this exact moment, Gotham Song experienced a very distinct realization:
Ah, so I'm actually pretty famous, huh?
But really, compared to that, this particular situation wasn’...
2025-07-26 10:40:25 +0000 UTC View PostIt was clear that Astronomer had suffered unimaginable torment.
So much so, that upon merely hearing the words "Mejiro Family," her entire body shuddered violently before shrinking back into the corner of the sofa, exactly where she belonged.
Gotham Song felt somewhat helpless at this sight. She had anticipated Mejiro Ramonu might act like this, but even then, she hadn't expected things to be this exaggerated.
Ramonu-san, aren’t you being a little petty?
Eve...
2025-07-26 10:40:21 +0000 UTC View Post