Uma Musume: Rising From the Countryside to Legend!!

That's why Kuroha knew—Tokai Teiō didn't lack speed.

What she truly lacked was a body that could fully support that talent. One that was tougher, more durable, and able to sustain peak performance for longer.

And of course, meticulous post-race care and support. That too was a decisive factor in success.

So before Tokai Teiō had fully found her stride—before undergoing her True Blooming transformation—Kuroha had always focused her training around improving her body's flexibility and the durability of her legs.

"If only we had more professional equipment…"

Watching the two little girls hop back and forth with full focus, Kuroha couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

In this world of Uma Musume, not even a basic wristband heart rate monitor existed. It honestly stretched the limits of his patience.

Having lived in this world for years, Kuroha had long found its scientific development… baffling.

Five or six years ago, this place still felt stuck in the 1980s. Pagers were cutting-edge tech, and public phone booths were the main mode of communication.

But in just a few short years, technology had exploded at a staggering pace—leaping across generational divides straight into the equivalent of the 2010s from his past life.

Five years of progress that had taken thirty years in his previous world. The speed was dizzying, leaving traditionalists struggling to keep up.

Kuroha had seen it many times—those self-proclaimed trendsetters who'd just learned to send emails on smartphones, proudly acting like they were tech-savvy elites.

Truly, out of touch.

The sheer disconnect often gave him the uncanny sense of living in some kind of surreal fantasy.

Even now, this world's tech hadn't caught up to the peak of his previous life's. The rapid growth had left many systems and optimizations lacking polish.

This forced Kuroha to rely heavily on old-school, precise manual observation when training his girls.

Fortunately, he had a secret weapon: Body and Breath Perception.

With this ability, he could monitor his girls' heart rate, breathing patterns, and other vital stats in real time—a unique power that gave him an edge no machine could replicate.

That was why he insisted Tokai Teiō and Mejiro McQueen never train out of his sight.

If anything ever went wrong, he'd catch it before it became a problem.

...

Before long, Fujimasa March and Inari One had wrapped up their training for the day and were walking back, wiping away sweat.

"Here!"

Kuroha met them halfway and handed over two water bottles, smiling. "Good work."

"Mm~"

March took the bottle, cheeks still flushed from exertion, and leaned against Kuroha, sipping gently.

Inari One, on the other hand, downed two big gulps and then let out a satisfied ahh like she'd just chugged a cold soda.

The three of them leaned against the rail of the training field, watching the two little girls still finishing their training tasks.

Inari One watched Tokai Teiō with interest. "Didn't notice it before, but that little runt who rammed into me the other day might actually have some talent!"

With her current experience and standing, she was developing a sharp eye. And this time, she could clearly tell—Tokai Teiō was the same type of horse girl as herself.

"Well, if Trainer picked her, she's bound to have something special we can't see yet."

Fujimasa March nodded, but her gaze was fixed instead on Mejiro McQueen.

She could sense it—that this well-bred lady had qualities similar to her own. But stronger.

If Kuroha heard what March was thinking, he would've affirmed her instincts.

McQueen and March were both top-class Front Runners, but McQueen had perfectly inherited the Mejiro family's powerful bloodline—her stamina talent was flawless.

March, on the other hand, didn't come from such a prestigious lineage. She had started as just another local horse girl, more suited to short to medium distances. Long distances pushed beyond her natural aptitude.

Of the five horse girls in Kuroha's current—and future—team:

Fujimasa March, Inari One, Obey Your Master, Tokai Teiō, and Mejiro McQueen...

Fujimasa March had the lowest innate talent.

But in stark contrast to that, she had the strongest learning ability, insight, and drive.

In just two months, she had mastered all of Kuroha's current skills, even leveling her personal unique skill up to Level 3, on par with Inari One.

And she had fully stepped into the realm of the Domain.

Especially after receiving Kuroha's "reward," she no longer felt any inferiority toward horse girls more naturally gifted than herself.

...

Kuroha clapped his hands toward the two girls finishing their exercises.

"Alright, you two did great! Come on over!"

The two little girls quickly trotted over to him, breathing lightly but far from exhausted.

After all, the training Kuroha had designed for them was low-intensity but high-frequency. Even when working on their stride cadence, a single set never exceeded 20 meters.

With their natural Uma Musume physiques and top-tier talent, they recovered quickly.

Sometimes, that little girl with a crescent moon atop her head would even shout:

"Trainer, can't we increase the difficulty? I'm not even feeling tired!"

And the usual result?

Mejiro McQueen would earn herself a guilt-free opportunity to smack her hyperactive friend on the butt.

(End of Chapter)

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