"That's the amulet that Kallen hopes Aiori brings Kallen to ask for. This is also for the short-distance race in early September~!"
"Short distance?"
"Hmm~...It's that G1 level short-distance championship."
"But I don't think about sprint races..."
"The point is the amulet! The amulet! Sister, do you want to reject Kallen's amulet?"
"...I should have said this, Ji Ling, don't call me sister so easily..."
Faced with the tearful gaze of her cute roommate, it was always hard to harden her heart to admire Orihime, especially today when she thought something was wrong.
It was as if she had been eroded by something and became 'weak'. Today, more than once, she had desires that were contrary to her usual style.
It made her feel 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. I didn't even know that my life was saved at the expense of my sister.
He is wasting his life and time on his own. If he wants to make more friends, he will actively look for children of the same age to play house.
That look... just like Narita Road.
In the words of those people, it would be called lively and outgoing, right?
Really...didn't see it!
This is Admiration Orihime's attitude towards the past.
The so-called past events should have been buried in the depths of memory, gradually degaussed and distorted as time goes by, until the touch of source energy or technology makes them vivid again and can be mastered again.
But before that, she couldn't help but think about it.
So the memory remains vivid.
It was so vivid that she wanted to scold herself at that time.
[There are clearly other options, so why bother forcing yourself? 】
"..."
Thinking about the image that always tortures me, I will also unconsciously think of those angry words.
Other options?
Where are the other options? !
The only thing in front of him is victory, and he will give that glory to the child.
For this reason, even during nap time for many people in the school, she would still appear on time in front of the sand track at the endurance training ground.
She stuffed the little guard under her sportswear, zipped it up, and took a deep breath... Orihime stared at the training ground that was really deserted, thinking to herself, this is the environment and atmosphere she is familiar with. .
But there always seemed to be some abnormality today, just like at this moment, when she had just set the countdown for training on the light screen in front of her, took a deep breath and was about to start walking——
She twitched her ears again, turned her head subconsciously, and saw the chestnut-red haired horse lady whizzing past from the adjacent road.
It also had heavy rubber tires that made her dodge subconsciously, but in reality she wouldn't be hit even if she didn't dodge.
But even if he knew this, he still had an unavoidable momentum.
She fell to the spot in a daze, letting the value of the stopwatch suspended beside her continue to move forward.
Is that Miura Bourbon?
Even though she was not good at gossiping, she still had some impression.
After all, in the previous year, the opponent was still the opponent she needed to study, and he was very popular.
However, in the subsequent conflict with the trainer, he brazenly made the choice to cultivate himself.
It made countless fans regretful and made countless horse girls eager to compete with her have mixed feelings.
Maybe you are secretly happy, thinking that there is one less powerful enemy on the road.
There may be regrets because there is no strong enemy on the road.
Maybe there is sadness, the rabbit is dead and the fox is thinking sadly that there may be such a time in the future.
Maybe you are lucky, and you decide that finding a smooth trainer is far more important in a racing girl’s life than winning the race. Otherwise, it is better to stop now...
There are many such ideas.
But in the end, she only returned after half a year's rest. She did not change her role as a trainer, but just had the "semi-automatic horse girl" attitude of an acting trainer.
In this regard, Orihime, who rejected the trainers' application and has been walking alone, will certainly not be as worried or secretly happy as other horse girls.
All she cares about is whether she will have one more obstacle.
That's right, "obstacle".
Unlike many horse girls who are influenced by the "big loving family" atmosphere at Central Tereson and really think about "friendship first, competition second", I admire Orihime's attitude towards competition and have always been very fond of it. pragmatic.
Or utilitarian.
As long as you win, it doesn't matter what other people do.
A running machine without blood or tears - In this regard, Admiration for Orihime is much more thorough than Miura Bourbon.
For her, running is not a pleasure, but a mission.
Since it is a task, it is naturally utilitarian and pragmatic.
Even training is preparation for the mission, and as a martyr, she has an ascetic self-oppression.
Acting in an attitude of 'atonement', even if you 'torture' yourself, you can get some forgiveness that seems to alleviate some of your sins.
She lived like this for many years, as if she was single-minded and had no distracting thoughts.
But now, looking at Namiura Bourbon's posture as she ran away, she simply had the idea of "wanting to run".
"..."
Compared to her previous desire for ice cream and honey drinks, this thought seemed much more normal. Even if she realized it, she didn't have much surprise on her face.
He just remained silent and looked at the legs under his feet.
Then he looked back at the rubber tires that were also tied to his body and used for the road wheels of some kind of large tank.
After pondering for a moment, she decided to take a step forward.
At the same time, Miura Bourbon, who was running in front, had also heard the notification from the microphone in his ear:
"Okay, that guy is running! What's your question? Mr. Bourbon, how many laps can you last?"
The high-pitched and frivolous female voice was undoubtedly that of Ari Tatoko, who was warned by those around her that she was "a bad person", and was also a teammate of the same team as her.
Surrounded by the wind, Bourbon replied: "Retrieve past records: confirmed to be four laps."
"Four laps? Okay! The final product of the two-year competition system is really strong, so you just keep this pace and speed, and you don't have to change it if she overtakes you. Anyway, she won't be able to overtake you for a long time and she will still fall behind you."
"According to Tea House's information, her performance in endurance is not bad, but she is far inferior to you."
"Detecting logical anomaly: She trains much more intensely than I do."
"If you can see growth if you just put your head down and work hard...what else do you need professional knowledge for? What do you need for trainers?
"Don't think like her, Bourbon-kun~!"
"learn."
"Yes, let's use this momentum to bring a little self-discipline shock to that wild girl who doesn't have a trainer but troubles our trainer."
"Let her realize that training without efficiency is meaningless. She has done nothing but self-satisfaction."
Arisoko, who was holding the microphone in her ear, said this with a smile, which was enough to make the tea host's face appear strangely familiar.
It seemed like I saw some shadows of trainers.
And the admiration for Miss Orihime that made her pay more and more attention also had a familiar darkness.
She suddenly felt a ridiculous sense of déjà vu, as if the trainer she had been watching before that competition was always having some kind of confrontation in her heart.
She had never seen that confrontation clearly, and she only hoped that he could briefly reveal his true self to her on the field.
But now, she seemed to see that confrontation reappearing in a very subtle way.
Between Tako and the adoring Orihime 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 around:
"Don't keep looking over here, Tea House. Is your sister, Orihime, running away?"
When asked about this, her face showed a bit of joy, as if this was a valuable experiment worth trying for her.
"Just to make sure, we need to continue to infect that guy's endorphins and dopamine."
"She has to work hard to correct her stupid sister!"
Along the winding path, Omo moved forward.
