I'm Ornn, and I'm about to be beaten to my knees by the Man-eating Horse Girl!

"I just don't understand how you, as the president, can be so lacking in courage? You're not even as capable as a mere martial artist!"

"Did you climb up to become the president by connections? You side with whichever side is stronger? All you do is play the peacemaker? Can't you see the situation right now?"

Hanako, who was standing to the side, was completely stunned. No, rather than stunned, it was more like she had seen a madman going crazy in front of her!

Just as she was about to take out her phone, Orn suddenly slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "If you want the URA Council to completely lose its credibility, you can try taking out your phone and calling the security guards!"

"If you don't believe me, just try it!!"

Hanako swallowed hard. She looked at the student council president beside her, only to find the president gently shaking his head.

Fujiwara sighed, pressed her temples, and said earnestly, "I understand how you feel, but... the bigger picture should always come first."

“I think you should be able to understand what I’m saying better than other hot-blooded young men. Defeating Morita Itsuki would be bad for neither of us.”

"If I may, I'd like to tell you a story..."

"bump--!!"

Orn slammed his hand on the table, interrupting old Deng once again before he could finish speaking.

"You don't need to tell me any more stories. I have no interest in understanding that person's so-called lofty ambitions, nor do I have time to understand your so-called art of compromise."

"In the end, you're just a coward. You don't dare to go against that person. I just don't understand why you're all so afraid of a figurehead pushed out by the symbol family?"

He reached out and slapped the alarm clock in front of him; the hands began to slowly reverse backward from the 15-minute mark.

"Fifteen minutes later, the pre-set tweet will be sent, detailing the entire incident, including the incompetence of the URA horse racing association and the corruption symbolizing the family,"

"If you're unwilling to properly discuss Oguri Hat's participation in the competition with me, then I don't need to abide by any of these bullshit rules anymore. Your Japanese URA is a mess, so I'll just stop playing in Japan. Taking one certification exam is the same as taking two."

Orn tapped the table with his finger and said finally, "If you're willing to talk to me sincerely, then don't try to fool me with your so-called senior experience or make up stories."

"Should we continue to maintain our airs and engage in some kind of weighing of options, or should we be frank and speak frankly? Choose."

Chapter 83 World Heritage Application

On the top floor of the URA Association, in the office of the association's president, the atmosphere was more somber than ever before.

Hanako stood rooted to the spot like a statue, not daring to make any further moves, because she knew that the matter being discussed by the two people in front of her was beyond the control of a mere secretary-general like herself!

"Da da da."

The second hand ticked backward, and after a full thirty-two seconds of silence, Chairman Fujiwara finally spoke.

“You…you have truly surprised me. In the twelve years since I took office, neither Shenzan nor Morita Itsuki have ever done anything like this in this room.”

"Alright, let's be frank and I'll answer your question directly: why can't Oguri Hattori participate in the Japanese Derby?"

"Hanako, bring me that one that's over there."

The secretary quickly turned and jogged to the side, taking a large stack of reports from the office bookshelf.

Fujiwara placed the report on the table, opened the top few pages of tables, and said, "At Morita Itsuki's suggestion, the Symbol family not only made large-scale investments in the horse racing industry, but also expanded into other industries, such as horse racing-related cultural and creative products."

"Endorsements, plush toys, merchandise, and influence—all of these have made the symbolic figure, and even Morita Itsuki himself, an indispensable part of the Japanese horse racing world. Even if he has a despicable character, everyone has to admit that he is indeed a rare talent."

“Even some political figures have private connections with him and are willing to do him favors.”

Fujiwara handed Aoun a list of activities related to horse racing under the symbol of the family business, and continued, "Not only that, he has also personally established many charitable organizations to train ordinary female horses."

"Although there isn't a single G1 female horse in this game, his reputation among the public has remained quite good over the past five years. Going head-on against him, Ornn, would be an extremely unwise choice."

"Morita Itsuki is at the height of his power right now. Even if you win this time, you'll probably end up destroying everything in the process."

"Orn, don't be impulsive. Wait a while. It's not too late to talk about these things after you have your own power."

Having said that, Fujiwara no longer said anything more. She looked sincerely at Orn, hoping that he would listen to her earnest advice.

Orn glanced at the forms, then handed the papers back to the chairman in front of him.

He calmly said, "Director Fujiwara, do you think the Dolan Squad would still transfer to the Central Government if I agreed to his conditions?"

Fujiwara shook his head, and Orn continued, "So you mean I should just give up my position and wait three or even six years before re-signing?"

This time, Fujiwara no Inspector made no comment; she closed her eyes and silently faced his questioning.

Horse girls have a very short peak period, only three years, and for some even only two. Once they miss their best racing years, even the most talented horse girls will never be able to step onto the track again.

Morita Itsuki wanted a clean, obedient tool, so naturally he couldn't agree to Orn bringing his own responsibilities to the central government.

He was well aware of Ornn's strength. Given his talent for creating his own skills, if this young man were to bring his own team to the capital, and they actually managed to create a Seven Crowns... well, he didn't want to face a new "Emperor" and "Scepter."

Therefore, Morita Itsuki demanded that Orn arrive at the central government through his channels with a clean slate, while simultaneously feigning doubt about Orn's abilities, thus gradually taking advantage of the situation.

Orn naturally couldn't agree to this, and that's precisely why he had a fundamental conflict with Morita Itsuki from the very beginning.

The second hand had already circled four times in front of the long table.

He pondered for a moment, then reached into the gifts he had brought and pulled out two amulets of different shapes.

Orn slammed the two tokens on the wooden table and said, "If we're talking about sheer size and influence, the two families behind me are probably no less powerful than those supporting Morita Itsuki."

Chairwoman Fujiwara naturally recognized the two tokens. She nodded and said, "That's right. The Satomi and Kitajima families are not long-established horse racing families, but rather powerful forces in other racetracks."

"But precisely because they are forces in other sectors, they cannot fully intervene in issues related to the racing business, and naturally, they cannot influence the final decisions on the board of directors."

"If you don't have enough influential people in the horse racing world to support you, these external forces will ultimately be unable to provide you with direct assistance."

Orn reached out and grabbed the Rudolf doll, placing it next to the token. He asked, "And what about adding this?"

"Oh? You actually managed to get in touch with Rudolf Symbol? But she's already struggling to make ends meet herself; the support of one seven-time champion isn't nearly enough,"

Chairman Fujiwara looked at the doll and said softly, "However, if Rudolf makes a statement, at least the Symbol family will not openly support Morita Itsuki. Although the Symbol is old, she is not confused. She can still distinguish between a seven-crown blood relative and a maternal relative's agent."

“Even so, you still lack support from within the central government, not just the board of directors; you need other forces as well.”

Orn then reached into the gift and took out a model of a Japanese samurai sword. This time, Fujiwara no Ri didn't recognize the faction it represented; she was just the president of the running association, not the sports association.

"This was given to me by the former headmaster of the Yae Dojo and that monk from Saikai Temple. I think you should know who these two are,"

Orn looked up, and at that moment, a hint of surprise finally appeared on Fujiwara's face. She stared at the model on the table, her heart filled with turmoil.

He actually managed to persuade those two?! Fujiwara no Riku found it unbelievable. Not to mention the ancient temple master who had long since retired, shouldn't Miyazaki Hidetoshi have already been pressured and forced to back down by Morita Itsuki?!

But why would he suddenly stand up and support Ornn? Is the young man in front of him lying? Or... has he dealt with the scheme orchestrated by Morita Itsuki?

This is a crucial juncture. If the young man in front of him has an underhanded trick to counter Morita Itsuki's methods, then he might actually be able to harm Morita Itsuki on this stage!

Fujiwara no longer could maintain her composure. She hurriedly asked, "How is this possible?! How did you manage to contact them?!"

Orn shrugged and said casually, "I just met them while taking a bath, chatted for a bit, and they gave me this."

"Are you worried that I'm lying to you? If you don't believe me, just call and ask yourself. It won't take long, and then you'll know if it's true or not."

As he spoke, he tapped the alarm clock: "But there's not much time left, so you'd better make your own decision."

Just moments before, Fujiwara no Risa was about to stand up and dial the landline next to her, but she sat back down after only a few moments.

"Phew... If they take the lead and provide support, there won't be any problems within the school."

She frowned, her fingers tapping incessantly on the mahogany tabletop.

"But even with all that, you still lack a platform to voice your opinions. You still need..."

Orn threw the stack of newspapers on the table, interrupting her, "TBS Broadcasting will support me. The current public opinion is because they can't stand the persecution of Dolan's team, so they are voluntarily stirring up the storm."

Fujiwara no Risa's eye twitched slightly. [Couldn't bear to watch] [Voluntarily]?

That was like an old man crawling into bed, which made my mother laugh.

But as Orn himself said, even if both sides know that the TV station is definitely related to Orn, you can't accuse them of having any relationship without evidence.

A brief silence fell between them again, broken only by the clicking of the alarm clock and Hanako's extreme tension.

Orn seemed to sense what the woman in front of him was thinking. He took out the last gift he had brought and gently placed it on top of the pile of items.

This is also a token, but it is different from the tokens of the Satomi and Northern families.

The token's exterior is inlaid with silver, while the interior is inlaid with violet glass relief, with a purple bow carved at its very center.

Upon seeing this object, Fujiwara no Riku could no longer contain her shock. She immediately stood up and exclaimed, "Meguro Asama's personal amulet?! She actually entrusted you with something so important?!"

Orn leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "I don't know what this thing specifically represents, but I do get along very well with that Lady Meguro. Giving something to a junior I admire isn't a big deal, is it?"

Ordinary stuff? This thing practically represents Megumi Asama's personal will!! She actually trusts this young man so much?! Keep in mind he's only been in the trainer industry for six months!! How could he attract so much investment?!

Orn didn't give her time to react. He reached out and neatly rearranged the items on the table in front of Fujiwara no Riko, asking, "This, plus this, this, this, and this,"

"Can I stand up and go to the Japanese derby?!"

As Ornn was placed, his tone gradually rose, eventually becoming almost a roar.

Fujiwara no Risa is standing now, looking at Orn sitting across the wooden table, her thoughts in utter turmoil.

Before she began her confrontation with Orn, she thought the young man in front of her was prepared to fight her directly, engaging in a physical exchange.

Unexpectedly, it's now my turn to teach this ignorant young man a lesson!

Just as Ornn said, he now indeed possesses the strength to rival Morita Itsuki, even though none of the people listed belong entirely to Ornn's faction. However, by using this clever strategy, he managed to turn the situation back to a one-to-one equilibrium!

As the president of the URA Council, she couldn't win over the young man with emotional appeals, and her strength was inferior to his opponent's. Her status and seniority as president also failed to intimidate him. In fact, the opponent even had leverage over her. President Fujiwara had no more trump cards to stop Orn from participating in the competition!

She sat back down wearily in the chairperson's seat and asked, "Do you... really think you can win?"

Ornn spread his hands and replied, "If you're asking about the Japanese derby, then I'd say I'm 7% sure."

"If you're asking about this chess tournament, then I'd say I'm 10% confident."

"History has proven countless times that even those who seem invincible, seemingly without weaknesses, are stubborn, domineering, and without any bottom line will inevitably be abandoned by the trend. I am merely taking advantage of the trend."

"No matter how well he disguises himself, he is ultimately acting only for his own desires, which goes against the principles of the URA Association, doesn't it?"

Fujiwara no Risa raised her head and gazed intently at the young man who was nearly 20 years her junior. After a long while, she sighed heavily.

With a wave of his hand, Fujiwara no Inari closed his eyes and said wearily, "In that case, I wish you good luck in the competition three days from now... may your martial arts prowess flourish."

Orn stood up, tapped the alarm clock on the table to collect all the fifth-rank items, then checked the time and said, "13 minutes and 47 seconds. I won't disturb the guild leader's rest any longer."

He turned and walked toward the door of the room. Before leaving, Orn said, "Although I don't know why you've become like this after becoming a council member of the association, I think the trainer who challenged the then-dominant Triple Crown Horseman Zanzan on the field probably wouldn't want to see you like this now."

"I'm leaving, don't bother seeing me out."

Chapter 84 Confirmation of Participation

"Click."

Shortly after Orn left, the wooden door to the side hall of the room opened from the inside out.

A woman with long, maroon hair stepped out. Her face was etched with the marks of time, but it couldn't conceal the sharpness in her eyes.

The poor secretary immediately realized what was happening and stepped forward to offer the tea to the horse girl.

But she waved to Hanako, signaling her to leave for the time being.

Hanako hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Looking at the motionless Fujiwara no Yoshiyuki sitting at the table, Ma Niang asked with a smile, "Hehe, you invited me here today to discuss something, you didn't just want me to watch this good show, did you?"

Fujiwara sighed, put the file back on the bookshelf behind her, and said, "Of course not. The fact that he chose to visit today was unexpected."

"I never expected that he would investigate my past as a trainer. This really surprised me."

The horsewoman then sat down in the chair that Orn had once sat in. She picked up the teacup on the table and asked, "So, you're planning to let that child take the lead in the competition?"

Fujiwara no Risa smiled wryly and said, "Otherwise what? Do I have the right to refuse?"

"Fine, this matter is a hot potato anyway. Morita Itsuki is putting pressure on me, and this kid is putting pressure on me too, so I might as well just ignore it and do everything according to the law."

Ma Niang nodded, glancing at the few strands of white hair hidden in Fujiwara's hair, and shook her head, saying, "Back when you wanted to take over my position, I already told you that the president of the URA Council may seem incredibly glamorous, but in reality, he's just a punching bag."

"No influence, no strength, no people, just an empty shell. You might as well have gone to Kyoto Teresen to be the principal back then, at least you would have been happier."

Fujiwara murmured, "Yes! Yes... Back then, I only took this position out of spite because I couldn't defeat you, senior. Now I understand why you so readily gave me this position back then."

"God, you not only trip me up on the field, but you also ruin my career."

Upon hearing this, the horse girl, known as the Goddess of Praise, burst out laughing.

Looking at the somewhat annoyed Fujiwara no Risa, she said confidently, "As the second horse girl to win the Triple Crown, it is only natural that I and my trainer will defeat all opponents who dare to challenge me."

Fujiwara gave a strange laugh and mocked, "Yes, yes, after winning the Triple Crown, and even the Emperor's Sho (Autumn) and Arima No. 1, your trainer actually ran off to become a monk. How could a cooked duck fly away? You're quite a negative example in Central Teresa, aren't you?"

"How was it? I think that kid just now seemed to know something about him. If we use your connections, we should be able to find out, right?"

Shenzan didn't refute this, because she indeed didn't end up with her trainer.

She shook her head and sneered, "You want me to get involved in this mess? No rush. Since he can hide from me for 15 years, I can certainly find him for another 15 years."