Narita Hakuhito, winner of 13 of 22 fights, won the Asahi Cup, the Bright Moon Prize, the Far East Derby, the Chrysanthemum Prize, and the Triple Crown Horse Race Lady of Arima's Remembrance.

It is said to surpass the previous generation, and while the record is impressive, it should not be very far from retirement.

At the same time, she is also the vice president of the student union who knows how to touch fish, and she can't find anyone all day long, so that her eldest sister Pipa Chenguang often needs to help deal with the aftermath.

This is a lone wolf type player with a small personal circle, strong and cold, and I am afraid there is nothing worth her special care about except for indulging in running.

One would say bluntly on the news channel: 'I don't need to say anything to others.' Just run, crush your enemies, and take the victory, and that's enough. 's horse racing mother, even the tail that most horse racing girls will pay more attention to neither care nor maintain, is completely a ruthless athlete machine.

Her presence is like the cold and powerful No. 2 that exists next to the cheerful and enthusiastic No. 1 in sports works.

- This is how Ormer used to define her.

After all, public information will only involve people, and if you want to go deep into personal privacy and practice secrets, there will be a blank.

At this moment, Omer naturally knew that the link that the other party cared about obviously had to add a copy.

"Shadow"

The dark thing that had once bound Narita Hakuhito to be defeated in battle was hovering behind her, and it made Omer more aware of the familiarity.

And then come up with a more precise definition of this.

Negative energy, or fluctuations in the dark side of the human heart.

"Negative energy monsters are monsters born from the darkness attached to the entity, they are called evil because of their obvious aggression, and it is the dark emotions that make them up and drive them."

In the brightly lit dojo, a certain trainer seemed to be very relieved that this meeting did not show up, but considering the number of Ma Niang she was in charge of, she might just not be able to spare time.

Guessing that Narita Hakuren was directly contacting the other party remotely to contact him on his behalf, Omer, who just briefly introduced the rare nouns he proposed for the former, who lacked relevant knowledge.

"You want to say they're negative energy monsters?"

Narita Hakuren seems to be more inclined to not care than surprised.

"Of course," Omer started a little bit of the conversation, "many people have the impression of monsters as those extremely destructive beasts, but in fact, the scope of monsters is very broad, just like the legend of the Far East can turn into evil spirits and become human demons. ”

"This evil ghost and human demon cannot be defined as a monster."

This argument, with Narita Bairen's usual style, should be ignored as indifferent as always, and directly asked the focus of her real concern - why Omer can affect her shadows, but she was stunned by Omer's words at the moment, and asked:

"Is it possible for a horse racing lady to become a monster too?"

"It's not impossible."

At that moment, Omer thought of Dali Arabia.

When the goddess unleashed a little power, the fierce silhouette displayed at that moment could be described as a 'monster'.

And after him, he also remembered a lot of racing information he had checked when he was collecting information about horse racing girls.

Many of the horse racing girls who are pushed to the forefront in the G1 race every year and work the field are also directly called 'monsters'.

For a young girl, the title of 'monster' is a bit excessive, but when it comes to witnessing such majesty, those who have opinions have to admit that evaluation.

The burden on their shoulders, the unparalleled desire to win, and the extreme sense of competition have built the style of the G1 Ma Niang, and they are naturally not monsters who are fighting towards this dream, but excessive persistence will always give them the opportunity to get extremely close to that field.

"The darkness under your feet may not fail to turn into a deep shadow, like the shadow that once shrouded the racecourse in Fuchu."

"Monsters in the house." Taking over Omer's words, Narita Shirahito stared at the darkness beneath his feet with complicated eyes.

She had experienced that really deep darkness firsthand.

It was not the darkness that she could tame, even the overlord who came out of nowhere after her failed to succeed, and could only choose to crush it with regret.

After all, it's easier to sabotage than containment.

"Good opera does say the same, and if it is left alone, it may one day get to that point."

Omer's jaw of understanding: "So you choose to break it again and again. ”

"I can break them, but they always heal."

"There are always dark places in the human heart, which they will take advantage of and use as a nest, but man can fight against them, and even lock them firmly in the bottom of his heart." Omer said.

"That's what you did in Heaven's Gate City?" Narita asked.

Omer didn't speak, just pulled out the card box in his coat pocket.

The unfolded card box tilted slightly, allowing Narita Hakuhito to see the two monster cards that were still vibrating.

But as early as the moment the card box was unfolded, Narita Shirahito felt the shadow shrinking more directly, and the fear mixed with the oppression of the two cards swept together, causing her whole body to be frozen in place.

The answer to the original question has been presented in the most profound way.

"It's the same path."

Closing the card box again, Omer, who was tucked into his pocket, looked at the other party's face with palpitations, and could somehow guess that the shadow was connected to her, and the impact of the monster card was somewhat excessive.

However, just freezing in place instead of showing fear proves that he is still fighting, and his psychological quality is also strong.

Even when he turned into a monster and became one with the darkness, what Omer felt was some kind of positive killing intent and madness, and the coldness of neutrality, as for fear, it was too distant a negative emotion for him to imagine.

So he actually admired Narita Bairen quite a bit, and at this moment, he even had a whim, and felt a small dark red object from his pocket.

It's the Mamori from Dali Arabia.

Originally, I was going to save some air-conditioning money for Eli Suko, but after thinking about it, it was still in my pocket, and now it was taken a few steps closer by Omer, and it was hung in front of Narita Hakuhito.

Since it is a gift from the gods of the horse racing girl, will it have some more unique effect on the horse racing girl?

When he thought so, the conclusion was already in front of him.

The Imperial Guard emitted a distinct blue light, and Omer saw the pair of slightly loose golden pupils regain their divine light, and their lord was surprised by the distance he was at the moment, and he took half a step back:

“…… How do you ""It seems that this thing does have a greater effect on the horse racing lady than the big one. ”

The exclamation directly overshadowed Narita Hakuhito's astonishment, and Omo touched his chin to look at the omamori in his hand, and then looked at the shadows at Narita Hakuhito's feet—the dark shadows that had slightly returned to gathering as the card box closed, and at this moment, under the orange light emitted by the omamori, it showed an even more languishing trend.

After thinking about it, he threw it directly towards Narita Hakuren.

"I've sent you, I can suppress your shadow to a certain extent, I usually don't care, I can hold it in my hand if I feel that it is about to get out of control."

"This looks precious" "5 yen a thing, if you really don't want to go, you might as well help me when my horse is training." ”

When he said this, Omer's expression also became subtle: "I heard that you are quite idle. ”

Hearing this, Narita Bairen, who realized that his reputation for not working had reached the ears of the other party, also showed a little embarrassment on his face:

“… What about after the derby? I've been pretty busy for the last few days. It's really busy. ”

The promise to do special training for the grass is not over, but she has also tasted the bitter fruits of touching fish all year round and saying such things.

Thinking that this might be a rare embarrassment, Omer tried to hold back a smile:

"No problem, let's do it after the derby."

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