The sound of music.
While practicing spiritual energy cultivation, Manchester Teahouse often hears a piece of music in the half-dreaming and half-awake spiritual sense.
What follows next to that kind of music is a dream.
She goes on a long chase in it.
That kind of pursuit is just hopeless at first.
I can't see the target and I don't know what I am chasing.
The beautiful song has ended, and she will realize that it was not a song for herself.
The will to move forward gradually faded away, I gradually lost sight of the front, and lost the will to run.
So she lost weight day by day.
The new horse battle and the azalea viewing failed twice.
He is clearly a practitioner of the spirit-sect, but he seems to have transformed into a wandering spirit.
But the music will still play.
The run will continue, too.
If you ask what is different, it is that during the training period, I met different 'friends' from the past.
As we all know, Manchester City Teahouse is a socially awkward child.
The 'friends' she calls are often amazing ghosts, but in this case, the 'friend' who calls herself 'SS' is not so lifeless.
Rather, it was like the soul of a living person, and he was particularly attached to her. After talking with her and being enlightened by her, the weight that had been lost at the Manchester City Teahouse gradually recovered during the training period.
And that chase began to change.
The scene changes to a spiral chase on a Ferris wheel.
Running back and forth with that ghostly figure.
Turn, rise, turn, fall.
My thoughts kept going back and forth, and before I knew it, I was on top of the colorful 'gears'.
She didn't win, but she wanted to.
So two weeks later, she stood on that track.
Furano Special Race, grass field, 3500m, weather: sunny, racecourse condition: good.
There, I saw 'her' at Manchester City Tea House.
Like a true racing girl, she stood in front of the gate, winked to herself, and then made a gesture of getting ready to start.
The familiar music also sounded.
You can see her back.
Only her back could be seen.
Running desperately, facing the swaying back.
It's as if the consciousness has been stirred, diluted, reconstructed, and turned into a gear just for catching up with the opponent, embedded in the Ferris wheel.
Who am I and why am I running...
Such thoughts gradually became blurred.
On such a track, whether it is cheering or roaring, all the noise will go away.
In this chaotic world, only the road chasing her is silent and dreamy like silk.
There is no doubt that at that moment, I had left the whole world behind.
I'm chasing you.
Always, it’s just you——!
"アナタヲオイカケテ"/The shape of the king
With the ultimate pursuit of pursuit, Manchester City Teahouse, which has not concentrated on the grass for a long time, still moves uphill as steadily and quickly as a famous mountain climber.
"Mountaineer"
An orange glow emerged from the side of the black shadow trampling on the grass. She looked at the empty track, as if there was an angry black shadow leading the way.
"Get started"/good at catching up
The desire to catch up emerged in her heart, and she took a step further, reaching the front end of the same level in the astonished vision of the cyber horse girl.
[Physical examination showed no abnormality in vision, but at that moment...]
The violent sprint seemed to control the will of the entire field, and the dark figure that shook the grass field - Miura Bourbon was sure that he saw such an awe-inspiring figure.
Witnessing such a shocking scene, even the cybernetic horse girl was slightly down. No matter how precise the logic is, it has to operate in a comprehensible world. When the impact of the unknowable realm comes, her mind goes blank and she can only grasp Keep in mind what little information you know.
[...The ghosts of the teahouse team members? 】
Whatever it was, that was the end of it.
The end has arrived.
Miura Bourbon, who lost the opportunity to explode under the shock of the black shadow, could only cross the line at the same level as the opponent, followed by Airi Taoko who arrived two seconds later.
The last one turned to look at Omo who was holding a stopwatch on the side, ran over and opened his arms, with a fake cry on his face that was used as a foil for running side by side: "What's going on this time? Mr. Guinea Pig~"
"Don't be sad, you see Bourbon is still confused after losing." Homare raised his hand, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and pressed it against the opponent's palm, then he avoided the hypocritical and ulterior hug. .
"Is this why you asked Sunday Peace to come here?"
Tachyon asked in a low voice as he passed by.
"It's an unexpected surprise, just wait and see." Omo said indifferently.
Showing her the fixed stopwatch in his other hand, Omo walked up to Bourbon.
"Come to your senses and look at your results."
As if treating an old electrical appliance, Omer patted Bourbon's head gently, and then handed the stopwatch to the maroon horse girl.
The effect of this 'restart' was obvious. She stood up straight again, but her breathing still needed to calm down.
"Sorry, Mater."
"There's nothing to be sorry for. The training has just begun." Omo said calmly, noticing that her eyes were looking towards the tea seat.
There, the Manchester City Tea House was being greeted by Sunday Serenity. After receiving the mineral water from the latter, he seemed to have heard some extremely exciting news, and his eyes were a little brighter.
"Take a rest for a while, run again, I will accompany you" or something like that, even if they eavesdrop unintentionally, the ears of the devil and the horse lady are really sharp.
And looking at Sunday Serenity, who looked very similar to the teahouse team members, Miura Bourbon couldn't help but recall the dark shadow he saw at that moment.
"Master..." She couldn't help but speak, even though she hadn't calculated what to say next in her mind.
But only trying to tell some strange ideas is reserved, but where to start?
Whether it was her own negligence in not using her innate skills, or the vision she had when the teahouse team members were running... She wanted to ask questions related to the teahouse team members, but before that, the Master had already raised his hand.
Once again, he patted her head gently:
"Rest first," Omer said, taking out a bottle of mineral water from his briefcase and handing it to her, "You can see the answer to the question directly later."
"Okay, Master."
"By the way, Bourbon, take this first." He said, waving towards Yutaka Nishizaki.
The latter immediately jogged over and handed him something like a light walkie-talkie. He took it and stuffed it into Bourbon's hand.
"Try simply pressing a few keys?"
"? Anticipating possible damage, it is recommended to stop trying."
The screen of Miura Bourbon's mobile phone is still cracked, and seeing the screen on the instrument is somewhat psychological.
"Just press it if you are asked. It's not like Mr. Guinea Pig doesn't know your situation." Ali Soko, who was holding a mineral water bottle, said from the side.
She has been very good to bourbon recently. After coming into contact with Yamato Chiji, Omer somewhat doubted whether this was a meal replacement behavior.
Of course, this is just a wild guess. It is rare for Omer to make an unfounded guess, so there is no need to care.
After listening to Tachyon's words, Bourbon glanced at Omer, then buried his head and pressed the button on it casually.
When she handed it back, she asked: "Master, what is this?"
"The tester researched by the Wild Time Association," Omo said lightly, "For those researchers, fate is not an ethereal thing. Based on their long-term experience in dealing with the situation of the horse racing girl, they even figured out this kind of machine. "
"It just doesn't necessarily work," explained Yutaka Nishizaki, who did not go back. "Instruments may malfunction, let alone instruments that detect destiny."
As he said that, he stood next to Omo and looked at the fluctuating values on it. He was obviously thinking of something, and added to Bourbon: "But this thing is quite expensive. I specially chose the one with a three-year warranty. , don’t worry if it breaks.”
"Rather I wish it would break now and let me see what kind of result it is."
Hearing this, Omo turned his head and looked at the big shocker who came closer: "Has this kind of thing ever come in handy in the first place?"
"Yes, but we usually recommend going to the Huangshi Association directly to discuss it," said Da Zhenzhen, "or asking Ms. Fulai to have a look."
"That guy has been telling fortunes all over the world since the summer vacation, and no one knows where he is." Yutaka Nishizaki shook his head.
"If you were to ask in the trainer chat room... is anyone still paying attention to the work group after a long vacation?"
That's true, there's no hope, Omo sighed silently.
At this moment, Akane Shinjou, who was watching the two Ma Niang sisters in the distance and listening to the discussion here, rushed over immediately to add insult to injury:
"Little Snake, it's not too late to change the decoration style of the office to an antique style."
Ancient style - refers to no technological product elements.
Just like the Miura Bourbon family mansion, the appliances are often broken so the family lives a country life.
For Omo, who is very adaptable to technological conveniences and uses big data to collect major intelligence, it is an ascetic among ascetics.
When thinking about such days, Omer felt a sense of mission:
"No, this fate must be defeated!"
What he said was really decisive, and even had a serious coldness to it.
But the next second, he turned to look at the starting point in the distance and tinkered with the stopwatch.
Several people also looked at the starting point and saw the two sisters who were too similar except for their different clothes, standing side by side, and then posed in a starting position.
Without the need to say hello, Omo raised his hand, and a fireball appeared in front of the two sisters' vision, exploding with the snap of fingers.
The remaining heat was easily dissipated, and the purple-black energy aura rose from the younger sister as well as from the older sister.
Can these two people speed up and synchronize...
Omer realized that the two sisters were indeed interfering with each other in spirit and even soul. He was just thinking about running a train when he heard the ringing of an incoming phone call.
Are there too many people calling these days?
With such doubts and looking at the unfamiliar number above, he subconsciously took a few steps out of the crowd.
Scratch Soundproof and press answer.
"Is it Omer Linton's office?"
I had only heard this voice a few times, but it was far from unfamiliar.
"Kingsley Moore?" Omer asked a relatively unfamiliar name.
But the other party answered happily: "Yes."
"But I still want you to call me businessman."
(End of chapter)
