I'm in Teresin, dedicated to playing badly

Shinji Kitahara's eye twitched.

"The competition you're talking about, it's a running race, right?"

"...Right?"

His response was a black collision.

Riding on his waist, Eclipse's face still had the flush from running at full speed.

His breathing was slightly heavy.

"Alright, the first leg of the competition is over."

"Now let's see if you can still win in this second segment."

"We are very well prepared this time."

Final Chapter: In Teresa, a dedicated tanker

"Trexon Academy..."

Looking up at the academy in front of her, which was as big as a city, the young woman took a deep breath to calm her nervousness, her eyes shining brightly.

Is this the place she's always dreamed of? It's simply...

"It's simply a den of demons."

The dejected voice coming from behind made her turn around.

The man who appeared before her was somewhat young, and although he was fairly good-looking, he was disheveled, looked melancholy, and exuded an air of giving up.

But none of these are the most important things. The most important thing is that there is a small sign on the man's chest.

The word 'trainer' was crookedly engraved on it.

This guy... is he a trainer?

The young horse girl frowned, somewhat surprised that someone like her could be a trainer.

After all, in her heart, Treson was a very sacred place.

That is the top academy for nurturing elite racehorse girls, a solid path to victory and glory, and a ladder for racehorse girls to realize their dreams...

"I advise you not to have too high expectations."

The strange trainer looked her up and down a few times and sighed.

"It's less of a top-tier university and more of a haven for eccentrics, teeming with man-eating mares..."

"What did you say?"

The young woman couldn't help but speak up.

"This is the UK's Tressen headquarters, how could this be..."

"Oh, you've come out, Eclipse."

The strange trainer looked at the black horse girl who had just walked out of the school gate and greeted her.

"How's it going on your end? Have you spoken to the 'juniors' yet?"

"They've already been treated, and they have no objections."

The black horse girl looked at the strange trainer.

"But what about you? Have you thought about what to do next?"

"Didn't we agree that I could retire after taking care of those kids...?"

"That's as a trainer."

The black horse girl looked at him, her expression as calm as ever.

"To fully complete the ritual, the faith of that small island alone is not enough, or rather, that is only the beginning."

"I...sigh."

The strange trainer sighed deeply, and anyone could hear the weariness in his sigh.

"Do we really have to find new people? Can't I just train them in races?"

“No, each region of Tressen has its own unique circumstances and context. You must reshape it using local methods, otherwise it could cause considerable problems…”

"Okay, okay, I understand."

The strange trainer raised his hands in surrender.

But a moment later, a bold idea came to him.

"How about I bring those three out? After all, this place is practically their home turf..."

"If you're not afraid of the trouble, then go ahead and pull it."

"...Then forget it."

The strange trainer paused.

"And what about them over there..."

“Your teleportation isn’t just for show. You can teleport back when you’re free. If that doesn’t work, just teleport them here, and I’ll find someone to help them transfer schools or become exchange students.”

"...Forget it, we finally have a quiet place, so let's not bring them here."

"It doesn't matter, you'll have to go back from time to time anyway."

After a conversation that was incomprehensible, the strange trainer and the black horse girl walked into Treson Academy.

The young horse girl took a deep breath and chose to ignore them.

Before she came, her senior had told her that there might be some strange people in the Treson headquarters.

So this must be the eccentric person the senior was talking about.

Having decided to ignore them, the young horse girl took another step.

With a sense of reverence, I stepped into the gates of Tresson School.

Finally, my brand new, passionate future, marching towards victory, is about to begin—

"No...no...not here..."

"Please, I have a fiancée..."

Hearing the sound coming from the roadside bushes, the young horse girl's ears twitched.

Am I encountering strange people a little too frequently?

Especially when walking on the main road of the academy, looking around at the horse girls and their trainers who are sticking together, or even hugging and kissing each other in public.

Alone and by herself, she looked more like an oddball.

She even had an urge to rush out and see if she had gone to the wrong place.

Is this really Treson College, or some kind of matchmaking agency?

Especially when she passed by an abandoned warehouse and heard the lewd music coming from inside, she suppressed her shame, covered her ears, and ran away.

This is terrible, this is terrible.

How could Treson be like this?

Less than an hour after enrolling, she had already come to agree with what the strange trainer was saying.

This isn't Tressen at all; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the lair of cannibalistic mares!

To her relief, the strange noises gradually subsided as she approached the teaching building.

It seems that basic teaching order is still in place.

She paused, looked at the strange sights around her, took a deep breath, and made up her mind.

She came to win, and wanted nothing else.

No matter what others do, she will never go along with them or fall into their trap!

Complete the enrollment procedures and find your dormitory.

Because she had already started to become a professional, the staff at the registration desk kindly reminded her to find a trainer as soon as possible, otherwise it would be difficult for her to participate in the competition.

But where could she find a trainer when she was new to the area?

Especially when she thinks about what she saw and heard on the way, she now has a natural aversion to finding a trainer.

Well, she originally thought the trainers at the Treson headquarters would be quite responsible, but it turns out they've gotten involved with the horse girls she's in charge of, and it's even become a trend. This is just too much...

Ok?

She caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

It's that strange trainer from before.

He was hiding in a quiet corner playing on his phone, still looking like he was giving up.

But even though it's the same old slacking off, looking at it now gives her an immense sense of peace.

Even a trainer who's just giving up is better than those irresponsible guys who sleep around with their own female horses, right?

With this thought in mind, her feet unconsciously turned.

When she came to her senses, she was already standing in front of him.

"Is there a problem?"

He looked up, his eyes seemingly shimmering with pink light.

"I... am looking for a trainer."

She hesitated for a moment, but then spoke.

"What happened at the school gate was my fault; I shouldn't have questioned you..."

"Hi, it's nothing."

The strange trainer waved his hand.

"But if you're looking for a trainer, why don't you go check out the training grounds? There are plenty of trainers there..."

"...I think you are more suitable."

The strange trainer blinked.

"Well, I'm capable of taking responsibility. You've seen them before, and there's more than one. I might not be able to fully take responsibility for you alone..."

“That’s great—well, I mean, that’s exactly the kind of experienced trainer I need.”

The young woman's eyes lit up.

The fact that the trainer has many female horses indicates that he is at least competent in terms of training ability, and he certainly has enough experience.

Moreover, the more female horses he has around him, the lower the chance of developing a relationship with them. He might even be less likely to develop a relationship with one of the female horses in the team if he has already developed a relationship with her.

Moreover, judging from his nonchalant attitude, he doesn't seem like the aggressive type. He's the kind of person who would struggle to even be passively pursued in a relationship, let alone actively pursue one.

If one day it turns out that he's really not good enough, he can definitely consider switching teams.

This is what she wanted.

But it was the strange trainer in front of her who hesitated.

"Then I need to ask their opinions first..."

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not the same kind of person as those horse girls outside! I only want to win!"

She patted her chest and assured him.

Is winning all you want...?

Hearing her words, the strange trainer seemed relieved and, after confirming the information on his phone, extended his hand to her.

"Alright, I accept your application. Welcome to my team. May I ask your name...?"

"Victory over a thousand miles!"

Her eyes lit up as she answered.

She didn't know why, but when she held that hand, she felt a subtle feeling rise in her heart.