The way Uma Musume looks at me is so scary!

Could it be that my identity in this script world is an unparalleled genius even more terrifying than the Golden Master?

Before Xiu Xingmeng could continue thinking, the old woman pushing the wheelchair ahead seemed to notice Xiu Xingmeng's unusual behavior, and a hoarse voice came from in front of her.

"I know you're nervous, after all, this is your first official competition since your debut."

"And it's a high-stakes tournament at the G2 level, so it's perfectly normal to be nervous."

Her words conveyed a wealth of information to Xiu Xingmeng.

Xiu Xingmeng then realized that she had already participated in the debut battle in this script world.

However, given the description that this is his first time participating in an official competition, it's still quite early; it's certainly not yet time for the classic triple crown.

Xiu Xingmeng thought to herself.

Even so, it's already incredibly powerful to possess such terrifying attributes in just one year since their debut.

Moreover, since the skill "Blood of a Noble Family" has no upper limit, the training will continue until the Three-Crown Tournament.

Xiu Xingmeng never dared to imagine how strong she would be then.

With the added advantages of numerous skills and expertise, he might just be able to win all the classic triple crown tournaments in one fell swoop.

Could it be that the goal of obtaining the triple crown is about to be achieved in this scenario?!

Xiu Xingmeng was deeply shaken. She hadn't expected such a perfect start. With such attributes, completing the main quest was practically a sure thing.

Once the points are tallied and the Triple Crown Certificate is obtained, the goal of exchanging for the Hope Gem will be within reach.

Before entering this scenario world, Xiu Xingmeng never dreamed that the progress would be so fast, and even her tense mind relaxed a little at this moment.

But before she could be happy for long, that hoarse voice cruelly shattered Xiu Xingmeng's fantasy.

"But this is just a preliminary battle for the Chrysanthemum Award. In order to qualify for the competition and to prove the glory of the Northern Family to the world, you must win the Kobe Shimbun Cup!"

Chrysanthemum Appreciation, Preliminary Battle, Kobe Shimbun Cup – the sheer volume of information generated by these three terms almost overwhelmed all of Xiuxingmeng's previous thoughts.

At that moment, only one sentence remained in her mind.

"The Kobe Shimbun Cup, a prelude to the Chrysanthemum Festival, is now... in September?!"

This answer left Xiu Xingmeng somewhat dazed; she never imagined that she would enter so late this time.

Now, let alone winning the triple crown, the Satsuki Sho and the Japanese Derby have been over for several months!

No wonder her attributes are so much stronger than when she entered the script world before; it turns out the timing this time was much later.

Before Xiu Xingmeng could sort out her chaotic thoughts, the old woman's hoarse voice swept through the gloomy corridor once again like a rusty blade.

"The 3,000-meter Cherry Blossom Race is the best stage to compete for the title of the strongest racehorse girl. We will prove here who is the undisputed king of the long-distance race!"

Before Xiu Xingmeng could even process what was happening, she continued in that hoarse, gloomy voice, as grating as a crow's cry.

"Then the Emperor enjoys the spring scenery, and then the Emperor enjoys the autumn scenery!"

"What three-generation inherited Emperor's Prize domination? Aren't you obsessed with that so-called Emperor's Shield? Just watch, we're about to break that despicable record!"

Her intense tone was filled with undisguised hatred and jealousy, as if she were not only speaking to Xiu Xingmeng, but also confronting some distant being.

As she spoke, she suddenly turned her head, her gloomy and sharp eyes fixed on Xiu Xingmeng, her thin fingers tightening on the armrests of the wheelchair, her knuckles turning bluish-white.

"Star Dream will let you know that the glory of the Northern Family has never faded in the slightest... Even if there are no more outstanding members of the clan, we will still cut your celebratory feast in half!"

"Just you wait... Megumi Asama!"

Chapter 143 My Family's Decline

Eyes...white?

Xiu Xingmeng was somewhat distracted after hearing the name. Unlike the Northern family, which she had never heard of before, she knew about the Mejiro family.

Because in the previous scenario world, in the Generation of Miracles led by Oguri Hat, their opponent was Mejiro Ardan, a racehorse girl from the Mejiro family.

Despite being a powerful racehorse girl who could rival Oguri Hat and the others, Xiu Xingmeng had only heard of her in that scenario world and had never heard of her again in reality.

I didn't expect to hear Meguro's name again this time? And judging from what this grandmother is saying, my family has some kind of grudge against them?

Xiu Xingmeng really wanted to find out the truth, but this time she hadn't inherited any memories, and asking such a question abruptly might make the other person feel strange.

It wasn't a particularly important matter, so Xiu Xingmeng simply put the question out of her mind. After all, the Northern matriarch, who had just vented her anger on the Meguro family, seemed to have something else to say.

She took two deep breaths to calm her excitement, and then resumed her previous stiff and serious demeanor.

"Let's not talk about that now. Now that you've come this far with me, you should know what I'm going to tell you, right?"

Looking into the old woman's sharp eyes, Xiu Xingmeng could only nod reluctantly.

She couldn't very well admit that she actually knew nothing.

Seeing that Xiu Xingmeng looked like she understood, she nodded in satisfaction and pointed to the huge wooden door at the end of the corridor, saying to Xiu Xingmeng.

Go push it away.

"I...it's inconvenient for me after all..."

Seeing Xiu Xingmeng obediently walk forward and push open the door, she unconsciously pinched her withered and thin legs with her fingers.

They can't even do something as simple as opening a door... and they even have to ask the younger generation for help.

Could it be that the northern family...

"grandmother?"

Before she could finish venting her resentment, Xiu Xingmeng's somewhat puzzled words reached her ears.

"Let's go."

Once again concealing her secret, the grandmother of the Northern family pushed her wheelchair to Xiu Xingmeng's side without revealing her thoughts, and Xiu Xingmeng, who understood nothing, naturally followed closely behind.

Unlike the dusty, gloomy, and decaying corridor before, pushing open the door revealed a magnificent hall. The ornate reliefs even reflected the figures of Xiu Xingmeng and her grandmother, as if time had never invaded this world.

Time here stands still, at a time when that northern family was still glorious.

"Our family has a long history, and our ancestors have worked hard in both England and Canada."

Grandmother pushed Xiu Xingmeng in her wheelchair, leading her to one portrait after another. As she looked at the lifelike racehorse girls in the portraits, she spoke to Xiu Xingmeng.

"This ancestor was named Saint Simon, who once achieved the remarkable feat of winning all nine of his races in the British horse racing world!"

Following her gaze, Xiu Xingmeng saw a brown-haired racehorse girl dressed in a Victorian-era casual suit, standing on the lawn and giving Xiu Xingmeng a confident smile.

"This ancestor's name was Nicholas, born in Italy. She achieved a record of 14 wins in 14 races and is hailed as one of the best female racehorses of the 20th century."

Following behind her grandmother, Xiu Xingmeng also looked up. In this portrait, the racehorse girl was facing away from the towering spire, with a clear river at her feet. This was clearly a scene from Venice.

She raised the corner of her eye slightly and gave Xiu Xingmeng a cynical smile as she looked at her from outside the portrait. Born in Italy, she seemed to have picked up the country's dissolute spirit.

“Nilco’s daughter was named New North, and this descendant of New North is the ancestor of our lineage—”

"Northern Dancer!"

Unlike the previous two ancestors, the Northern Dancer's attire is noticeably more modern. In her youth, she exuded a certain enthusiastic joy. If it weren't for the requirement to maintain decorum in the portrait, she would probably have jumped away from here or struck a more fashionable pose.

As Xiu Xingmeng gazed at the pair of spirited eyes in the portrait, she had a fleeting illusion that she was being watched.

As Xiu Xingmeng watched the northern dancers, her grandmother continued talking.

"Her career record has never fallen out of the top three, winning fourteen championships, two runner-up finishes, and two third-place finishes in eighteen races. She was once the racehorse of the year in both the United States and Canada!"

"It broke the record of two minutes in the Kentucky Derby! It wasn't until nine years later that it was broken by another legendary horse, the Secretariat of Racehorses."

Hearing the pride and joy in her grandmother's voice, Xiu Xingmeng couldn't help but nod unconsciously.

Now she finally understood that the Northern family was not some unknown clan, nor was it a rising star that quickly faded after a period of glory. Rather, it was a powerful and influential family with a long history and a glorious past that spanned Europe and the Americas.

Compared to their predecessors who have accumulated so many accolades, Xiuxingmeng, who have only won a few G1 matches and haven't even managed to escape unscathed, is far too weak.

However, after learning about the glorious history of this northern family, a question instantly clouded Xiu Xingmeng's mind like a dark cloud.

How could such an ancient and powerful family have fallen to this state?

However, Grandmother didn't seem to want to explain. After introducing the history and glory of the Northern Dancers, she turned around in her wheelchair and looked at Xiu Xingmeng.

"I know I've said these things many times, and kids your age might find them a bit boring and irritating."

She paused, then continued.

"But if you don't remember this glory, who will inherit this history?"

Grandmother looked at Xiu Xingmeng, and a rare hint of weariness appeared in her voice.

“You are the last racehorse girl in our family lineage who is qualified to inherit the glory of our ancestors.”

"The Northern Flavor, also from the main lineage, had no chance of winning G1 due to insufficient talent, so they were sent to the Akikawa family, with whom they had a close relationship. They may be at Central Teresen Academy by now."

"And the same goes for Masako Shigeyu, who's currently running on the field. Although she's more talented, but..."

As she spoke, Grandmother actually sighed.

"She is so stupid that she is completely incapable of bearing the glory."

"For them, perhaps it's best to know nothing at all."

She suddenly raised her head, stared straight at Xiu Xingmeng, and said in a serious tone.

"But you are different. You have the qualifications. Your talent is enough to carry the glory of the Northern Family!"

"So, there's no need to be nervous."

"The Kobe Shimbun Cup is just the beginning for you."

Chapter 144 Unbelievable

Kentaro Sugiki calmly packed up the documents in his hands. For someone as experienced as him as he was, this was all a piece of cake. It was just a G2-level high-reward match. He had even commentated on the classic Triple Crown match countless times, so there was no need to rush.

Seeing the somewhat nervous young man beside him, Kentaro Sugiki pushed up his glasses slightly, thought for a moment, and then patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to go and rest to ease his tension.

After nodding to his grateful junior, Kentaro Sugiki took the prepared materials from his hand.

Looking at the list of racehorse girls participating in this competition, Kentaro Sugiki habitually sketched out the name and strength of each racehorse girl in his mind.

"Thank you to the stage. I remember commentating on her matches before. She won the G3 Arlington Cup and the Daily Cup, and also participated in this year's Satsuki Sho and the Japanese Derby."

Thinking of this, Kentaro Sugiki couldn't help but shake his head and sigh inwardly.

"However, her results in both Classic Championship matches were not good."

"However, this is inevitable. After all, her opponent is that blindfolded monster. It seems that there is no one who can match her in this year's Classic Triple Crown Tournament. It looks like another triple crown is about to be born."

Kentaro Sugiki, realizing his thoughts were wandering, quickly rubbed his temples, putting everything outside of the race out of his mind. As a professional commentator, he had to be responsible for every race and every horse girl.

After calming himself down, he continued to peruse the list of racehorse girls in his hand.

"Fujino Marko, I remember she finished third in the Satsuki Sho and fourth in the Japanese Derby this year, right? She's a very tenacious racehorse girl. Maybe she'll have a brilliant performance in this race?"

With that thought in mind, Kentaro Sugiki turned another page.

"Starlight Man..."

Looking at the photo printed on the document, Kentaro Sugiki stared at the short-haired, cheerful racehorse girl in front of him.

"Her running posture was outstanding; she must be the most talented female racehorse in this Kobe Shimbun Cup."

Kentaro Sugiki flipped through a few more pages of information on Uma Musume and found that none of them could surpass the previous three Uma Musume in terms of quality.

"It seems the champion of this Kobe Shimbun Cup will be decided among these three."

With his extensive experience commentating on races over the years, Kentaro Sugiki made a prediction in advance, and selecting the most likely winning horse girl before the race helped him better guide the audience to focus on the key points during his commentary.

Although he had already made a judgment in his mind, he did not close the documents immediately, but read them one by one.

As a commentator, Kentaro Sugiki felt that this was the most basic respect he could show to the female horses on the track.

Although there can only be one winner, every horse girl who steps onto the track is filled with courage in his heart. On that battlefield filled with power and speed, every racehorse girl deserves such respect.

He quickly finished reviewing the information on the nine female racehorses participating in this cup competition, but just as he was about to stop, he discovered that there was another document tucked behind the first one.

"A newly entered racehorse girl? I didn't expect anyone to sign up at a time like this."

With that in mind, Kentaro Sugiki opened the collection of materials, which was clearly more up-to-date.

However, the moment he saw the name of the racehorse girl, his hands trembled uncontrollably and he almost dropped the documents.

Looking at the racehorse girl's surname, Kentaro Sugiki was momentarily stunned, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Northern...Star Dream".

"The North..."