"That, that's the amulet that Karen wants Aiori to bring Karen to beg, and this is also for the short-distance event in early September~!"

"Short-haul?"

"Uh-huh~... It's the G1 sprint championship. ”

"But I don't think about the sprint ......"

"The point is the amulet! Amulet! Is my sister going to reject Karen's amulet? ”

“… I should have said, Clever Witt, don't call my sister so easily......"

In the face of the teary-eyed gaze of her cute roommate, it is always difficult for Orihime to harden her heart, especially today when she thinks she is abnormal.

It's like being 'weak' by something, and today she has more than once arisen some longings that are contrary to her usual style.

It was as if she had briefly returned to the time when she was three or four years old.

At that time, I didn't understand anything, and I didn't even know that my life was saved at the expense of my sister.

Wasting his life and time by himself, wanting to make more friends, and taking the initiative to find those children of the same age to play at home.

That looks... It's just like that Narita Road.

Put it in the mouths of those people, it's called lively and outgoing, right?

It's really... No eyes!

This is the attitude of Aimu Orihime towards the past.

The so-called past should have been sealed in the depths of memory, and gradually demagnetized and distorted over time, until the touch of source energy or technology made it vivid and mastered again.

But until then, she couldn't help but remember.

And so the memory remains vivid.

It was so clear that she wanted to reprimand herself at that time.

[There are clearly other options, why bother pushing yourself? 】

“……”

Thinking about the picture that can always torture me, I will unconsciously think of the words that rose in anger.

Other options?

Where else is the alternative?!

The only thing that is in front of you is victory, and you will give that glory to that child.

For this reason, even during the nap time of many people on campus, she still shows up on time in front of the sandy track of the endurance training ground.

Tuck that little omamori under your tracksuit, zip it up, and take a deep breath...... Ai Mu Orihime stared at the really deserted training ground, thinking to herself that this was the environment and atmosphere she was familiar with.

But there always seems to be something abnormal today, just like at this moment, when she just set the countdown to training on the light screen in front of her, and then took a deep breath and was about to start walking-

She moved her ears slightly, and subconsciously turned her head, and saw the chestnut red-haired horse lady whizzing past the neighboring road.

It also carries heavy rubber tires that make her subconsciously dodge, but in fact she won't be hit even if she doesn't dodge.

But even if you know this, it is completely unavoidable.

She fell to the spot in a bit of a daze, allowing the stopwatch to keep moving forward.

That's that Mapp Bourbon?

Even if she is not good at gossiping, she is somewhat impressed.

After all, in the previous year, the other party was still the opponent she needed to study, and she was in full swing.

But in the contradiction between him and the trainer later, he brazenly made the choice of cultivation.

made countless fans regretful, and even made countless horse girls who were eager to compete with her have mixed tastes.

Or there is a whisper, thinking that there is one less strong enemy on the road.

There may be regrets, but also because there is a lack of strong enemies on the road.

Or there is sadness, and the rabbit dies and the fox sadly thinks that he will have this time in the future.

Or be glad that finding a good trainer for the career of a horse racer is far more important than winning the race, otherwise it is better to stop first......

The list goes on.

But in the end, she only returned after half a year of rest, and she did not change her role as a trainer, but only a 'semi-automatic horse girl' posture of an acting trainer.

In this regard, the trainers' applications were refused, and Ai Mu Orihime, who had been walking alone, of course, would not be as apprehensive or happy as ordinary Ma Niang.

All she cares about is whether she will have another obstacle.

That's right, "obstacles".

Unlike many horse girls who are affected by the atmosphere of Central Treson's 'blind date and love family', and really think about 'friendship first, competition second', Aimu Orihime's attitude towards competition has always been very pragmatic.

Or rather, utilitarian.

As long as you win, it's okay, and what everyone else does has nothing to do with you.

A bloodless and tearless running machine - in this regard, Aimer Orihime has done a far more thorough job than the Meipu Bourbon.

For her, running is not a pleasure, it's a task.

It is not only a task, but also naturally utilitarian and pragmatic.

Even training is preparation for the mission, and as a martyr, she has an ascetic self-oppression.

By acting in a gesture of 'atonement', even the 'torture' of oneself can receive some forgiveness from it that seems to alleviate some of the sins.

She has lived like this for many years, and she can be said to be single-minded and never distracted.

And now, looking at the posture of Namep Bourbon when she ran away, she simply had the idea of "wanting to run".

“……”

Compared with the previous craving for ice cream and honey drinks, this time the thoughts seemed to be much more normal, so that even if she realized it, her face was not too surprised.

Just silent, looking at the legs at his feet.

Then he looked back at the rubber tires that were also tied to the body and used for the load-bearing wheels of some kind of large chariot.

After a moment's deep groaning, she decided to take a step.

At the same time, the Meipu Bourbon, who was running in front, had also heard the notification from the microphone in his ear:

"Okay, that guy is running! How about your problem? Bourbon-kun, how many laps can you last? ”

The high-pitched and flirtatious female voice is undoubtedly the Alice Suzi who was wary of 'bad water' by the surroundings, and she is also a teammate on the same team as her.

Wrapped in the wind, Bourbon replied: "Search for past records: confirmed as four laps." ”

"Four laps? Yes! The two-year competition system tends to be a good finished product, so you just maintain this cadence speed, and you don't have to change if you are surpassed by her, anyway, she will still lag behind you for a long time. ”

"According to the information of the tea house, her performance in stamina is not bad, but she is not as good as you."

"Detect logic anomalies: she's training much harder than mine."

"If you can see growth just by putting your head down and working hard...... What else do you need expertise? What else do you need a trainer to do?

"Don't die like her, Bourbon~!"

"Understood."

"Yes, with this momentum, I will bring a little self-discipline shock to the wild girl who has no trainers but troubles our trainers."

"Let her realize that training that is not even efficient is meaningless, and that she is doing nothing but self-satisfaction."

Elle Suko, who pressed the microphone in her ear, said with a smile that was enough to make the tea-house's face strangely familiar.

It's like seeing the shadow of some trainer.

And Miss Orihime, who made her pay more and more attention, was also a little familiar with the darkness.

She suddenly had a ridiculous sense of déjà vu, like the trainer she had been watching before that arena, and she had always had some kind of confrontation in her mind.

She has never seen that confrontation really, and only hopes that he can briefly show his true self to himself on the field.

And now, she seemed to see that confrontation recur in a very subtle way.

Between the speed at the moment, and the Aimu Orihime who is only on the phone.

And when she was attracted by such a ridiculous sense of déjà vu, the other party suddenly knocked on the microphone and turned her head:

"Don't keep looking at this side, café, is her sister continuing to run?"

When she asked this, her face was a little happy, as if this was also a worthwhile and worthwhile experiment for her.

"Just to be sure, we still need to be more persistent in that guy's endorphins and dopamine."

"She's going to have to work hard to fix her stupid sister!"

Along the winding path, Omer made his way on.