Uma Musume: Rising From the Countryside to Legend!!

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"Trainer, are we really having a dinner party today?"

Tokai Teiō tugged on Kuroha's hand, her tiny body only reaching up to his waist.

Kuroha gently pinched her cheek with a smile.

"Yep. I even added honey into the sauce for my special carrot pan-fried meat today~"

"Yay!" The little girl threw her arms up in celebration.

This dinner had been planned a few days in advance. After all, Teiō and Mejiro McQueen had joined this little family for over ten days now.

Besides their daily one-hour training in the afternoon, building relationships was important too.

The Mejiro family had also sent a car to pick up the two girls afterward.

Strangely enough, the Mejiro family didn't seem to object to Kuroha training McQueen at all. In fact, they had even offered some assistance.

This was rather odd.

The only explanation that made sense was—they didn't take Kuroha seriously.

Most of their attention was probably on McQueen's elder sister: Mejiro Ardan.

Due to health issues, Ardan had delayed her debut until last month—March 27th. Now, she was preparing for the G2 stakes race Mainichi Hai, with her sights set on one of the Classic Triple Crown races: the Japanese Derby!

With all the press coverage and family expectations surrounding Ardan, the younger McQueen—still in elementary division and not yet True Bloomed—had yet to gain any significant attention.

Naturally, they didn't know what Kuroha knew—that the Mejiro family's long-held dream of conquering the Tennōshō would one day be fulfilled by Mejiro McQueen herself.

"?"

The elegant, slightly airheaded purple-haired girl tilted her head, sensing that her trainer had just looked at her.

...

Kuroha and his four horse girls—two older, two younger—returned to the dorm.

He had the girls settle in while he went to prepare dinner.

Most of the ingredients had already been prepped over an hour ago, since he no longer had to personally monitor Fujimasa March and Inari One during training.

That freed up a lot more of his time.

Tokai Teiō, excited as always, climbed onto her chair and noticed a newspaper on the table.

Judging by the date, it was from yesterday.

She picked it up curiously and read the headlines.

[Five Wins in a Row! The Revived Tamamo Cross Aims for the Spring Tennōshō!]

[Kasamatsu's Oguri Cap Transfers to Central and Wins Back-to-Back G3 Stakes—but Can't Compete in the Classic Triple Crown?!]

Photos of Tamamo Cross and Oguri Cap crossing the finish line were printed prominently on the page.

"The Classic Triple Crown...!"

Stars sparkled in Teiō's eyes as she held the newspaper, gazing at the bold letters in admiration.

Beside her, Inari One tilted her head. "Hey, March—this Oguri Cap girl's from your old stomping grounds, right?"

Fujimasa March rested her cheek on her hand and sighed. "Yeah... Oguri's my friend."

"She transferred into Central halfway through the season and missed the registration window for the Classic Triple Crown. I asked Trainer about it—he said there's no way to fix it..."

Mejiro McQueen, ever the refined young lady, nodded. "That's just how Central's system has always worked. They won't make exceptions for a single horse girl."

"Oh~"

Inari One relaxed back, clearly unimpressed. "You Central types sure have a lot of rules."

"Our South Kanto Triple Crown runs during the same season, and March was still able to register even after transferring."

Tokai Teiō laid the newspaper flat on the table, muttering excitedly to herself. "G2... G3... so many races... Hmm! Tokai Teiō-sama is gonna conquer them all!"

"Then I'll finally be able to surpass the President... Hehe... surpass the President..."

The naturally overconfident little girl was already fantasizing about overtaking Symboli Rudolf.

...

Before long, Kuroha's special nutrition-focused dinner was served.

The dishes were colorful, aromatic, and visually irresistible—each plate more tempting than the last. The four girls were practically drooling.

"Go wash your hands! You're all dirty!" Kuroha called from the kitchen while taking off his apron.

Soon after, the five of them sat down at the table.

Following the tradition, Kuroha clapped his hands together with the girls and said, "Itadakimasu!" before digging in.

Teiō eagerly picked up the promised honey-glazed carrot meat, blew on it a few times, then stuffed it into her mouth in one bite.

Juice burst from the tender meat as she squealed in delight, clutching her cheeks. "So good!!"

Kuroha chuckled at her exaggerated reaction and added more pieces into her bowl. "If you like it, eat more."

"Trainer, you're the best!" Her little horse ears perked up straight, twitching adorably.

Watching his four horse girls enjoy dinner with such happy faces, Kuroha couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.

After all this time in this world… he was finally settling in.

...

Bellies full, the girls sprawled on the sofa with satisfied smiles and round tummies.

Kuroha shook his head and helped Fujimasa March clear the table.

No point calling Inari One over—she'd just make a mess. As for Teiō and McQueen…

They were too short to reach the sink anyway, barely taller than the stove. So he let them rest.

As he washed dishes, Kuroha glanced at the round-bellied March beside him.

Sometimes, he really did wonder—how do horse girls even fit so much food in those tiny stomachs?

"Trainer~"

It wasn't a flirtatious tone—more of a soft, playful one.

Fujimasa March's face was slightly flushed.

"Huh? Oh—sorry!" Kuroha realized he'd been staring at her belly and scratched his head awkwardly.

March giggled softly. After a full meal, her thoughts began to wander. She looked at her handsome, focused trainer—and a bold idea suddenly popped into her mind.

She leaned closer and whispered:

"T-Trainer, do you… maybe want to touch it? I-I mean, if you… kiss me… then I'll... I'll let you…"

Her voice trailed off into a mosquito's whisper, and halfway through, her sanity returned.

Suddenly aware of what she'd just said, her face went crimson as she turned away and covered it with both hands.

"I—What the heck am I even saying?!!"

She completely froze.

What was wrong with her?! Was she possessed?! That was so indecent!

"Trainer won't get mad… right?"

She slowly turned to sneak a peek—only to see Kuroha staring at her in stunned silence.

"T-Trainer, I... just now..." March stammered.

Kuroha looked at her flustered face and chuckled. Drying his hands, he reached over and gently cupped her cheek, stroking it softly.

"It's fine."

Come to think of it, ever since she confessed to him after the Keihin Cup, they'd barely gone on five dates.

Partly because he'd recruited Inari One right after, and between planning the girls' training and prepping for the Central license exam, he'd been swamped.

"March, come here."

He pulled the silver-haired, red-eyed beauty into his arms and gently lowered his head.

"Mm!"

March's eyes widened slightly as her whole body melted into his embrace—but her wagging tail showed just how ecstatic she was inside.

A few moments later, Kuroha pulled away and looked down at her with a wry smile. "You stuck your tongue out…"

"Mmm… I thought… that was the right thing to do!" she mumbled bashfully, but with surprising confidence—for the sake of her future happiness!

"You really are something else…"

Kuroha gently pinched her cheek—but gave her one little condition.

"If you win the Haneda Cup… then it's all yours."

Haneda Cup?!

That name echoed in March's mind like a thunderclap, her eyes blazing with silver fire.

(End of Chapter)

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