Early the next morning, at the gates of Tracen Academy, a trainer with an afro hairstyle stepped out from a black sedan.
With an exaggerated swing of his arms and lively strides, he confidently walked through the gates.
As if celebrating his triumphant return, the afro-haired trainer stood in an open area, spread his arms wide, tilted his face to the sky, and took a deep breath of Tracen's refreshing air. Then, looking toward the bright blue sky, he began loudly introducing himself:
"Hey, everyone, do you still remember me? I'm Hiroshima Baoza, a genius rookie trainer!"
"I'm the strongest trainer from Class 114. My assigned Uma Musume is Konankai, who was ranked second in the selection trials. Although I'm somewhat regretful about not getting Happy Meek, who was first, my professional guidance soon enabled Konankai to defeat Happy Meek in a friendly race—proving my outstanding training skills!"
"Originally, I planned to intensify Konankai's special training, quickly let her debut, compete like crazy, and then make myself famous around the world…"
"Unfortunately, one rainy day, an unknown Uma Musume accidentally collided with me, resulting in spinal injuries and torn muscles. Thus, I had no choice but to temporarily leave the academy and stay hospitalized for an entire month."
"Due to my long absence, Konankai is already disappointed in me as her trainer. If I don't return now and resume training her, I fear she'll soon terminate our trainer-Uma relationship."
"Although she missed a lot of training during my absence, I believe if I help Konankai make up for this month of lost training within a week, she can definitely become my ultimate ticket to fame again!"
After his self-introduction to the sky, Hiroshima Baoza inhaled deeply once more, feeling extremely refreshed.
"Alright, let's find Konankai now and begin her hellish training!"
Just as Hiroshima Baoza was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a strange, unfamiliar Uma Musume glaring at him intensely.
The Uma Musume had silky chocolate-colored hair tied up into a high ponytail, adorned with a blue-and-white band on her right ear. Despite having slender, feminine limbs, she radiated concealed strength, as if capable of smashing boulders with one punch.
Yet, what stood out most was the peculiar luchador-style mask she wore on her face, hiding her originally cute and charming features.
This masked-wrestler Uma Musume, trembling slightly with excitement, rubbed her shoes vigorously against the ground and stared unblinkingly at Hiroshima Baoza, asking:
"You're really strong, right?"
"Hmm?" Hiroshima Baoza was confused. He'd just returned to the academy—how had he already run into such a bizarre Uma Musume?
"You are…?"
"El Condor Pasa!" The masked Uma straightened her posture, hands firmly on her hips, and introduced herself confidently: "The lightning-fast, storm-chasing, lucha-loving racehorse girl! That's me—El Condor Pasa!"
Then, dropping her cheerful demeanor, El Condor Pasa leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Hiroshima Baoza:
"You just said you were really strong, right?"
"Of course! I'm a genius rookie trainer!" Hiroshima Baoza proudly slapped his chest, looking down arrogantly at El Condor Pasa. "What? Do you want to become my Uma Musume? But let me state this clearly first: ordinary Uma Musume aren't worthy of—"
However, before Hiroshima Baoza could finish his sentence, El Condor Pasa shook her head vigorously, crossing her arms firmly in an "X."
"No! NOPE!"
"Then, what exactly do you want?"
"I came here to wrestle you!" El Condor Pasa dropped into a wrestling stance, eagerly waiting to pounce. "You just said you're really strong, so I challenge you!"
"Ohh? Challenge me?" Hiroshima Baoza scoffed dismissively, puffing out his chest. "Really? I'll have you know I'm an elite taekwondo black belt."
"That's right! YES!" El Condor Pasa nodded eagerly, her muscles quivering excitedly, impatient to rush forward.
"Then let's do it!" Hiroshima Baoza fearlessly bent into a fighting stance, lunging head-on toward El Condor Pasa.
"I'll crush you! Prepare to know the meaning of despair!"
...
Ten seconds later…
"SUPER CONDOR FINISHER!!"
El Condor Pasa tightly gripped Hiroshima Baoza's waist, leaped three meters into the air, and came crashing down toward the ground.
"YAMEROOO—!!" Facing the rapidly approaching ground, Hiroshima Baoza closed his eyes in despair.
With a resounding CRASH! and a sickening crack of bones, Hiroshima Baoza lost consciousness instantly, foaming at the mouth and collapsing limply to the ground.
Trainer Hiroshima Baoza—hospitalized again!
"So it wasn't you after all…" El Condor Pasa sighed disappointedly, looking down at the trainer crumpled limply on the ground, her arms hanging sadly by her sides.
However, she quickly shook off her disappointment, straightened her back again, eyes burning with fighting spirit and determination.
"Alright! Let's keep looking for him! LET'S GO!"
Raising both fists triumphantly, El Condor Pasa immediately rushed off in search of her next human opponent.
...
Meanwhile, not far away, hidden beneath the shadows of a nearby tree, an almost invisible figure dressed in black had observed the entire scene.
Trainer Mizuno stared blankly at Hiroshima Baoza's miserable condition, sucking in a sharp breath.
"Damn… That's terrifying…"
El Condor Pasa. An Uma Musume who returned from America, lively and energetic by nature, with a mischievous personality and a love for spicy foods.
Her signature was a luchador mask, gifted by her father. Whenever she wore this mask, her spirit became satisfied, her strength overflowed, and she hid away her weaker, gentler side, transforming herself into a bold, fierce racehorse girl.
If El Condor Pasa ever recognized you, she might remove that mask and share her hidden vulnerable side.
According to Grass Wonder, her roommate and good friend, ever since the day El Condor Pasa encountered the mysterious man in front of the statue of the Three Goddesses, she'd convinced herself that her overwhelming excitement, happiness, and impulse meant the mysterious man must surely be an even stronger wrestler than herself.
Thus, her heartfelt wish became finding and challenging this mysterious man who could defeat her in wrestling.
This was why El Condor Pasa had recently been rampaging around Tracen Academy, wrestling every male trainer she came across—after all, maybe someday she'd really meet him?
At first, Grass Wonder could still barely restrain her, but recently, El Condor Pasa's growing excitement and increasingly uncontrollable emotions had massively boosted her strength and seemingly limitless stamina. Now, even Grass Wonder was completely helpless to stop her.
When Mizuno first received Rudolf's report and read through this information, he'd felt nothing but absolute despair.
Wait—he had to wrestle El Condor Pasa?! And defeat her?!
With his fragile body, Mizuno would already be half-dead if any random Uma bumped into him—and now he was supposed to challenge a professional wrestling Uma Musume?!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Yet even though Mizuno verbally insisted it was impossible, deep down he hadn't entirely given up. After all, he still wasn't sure exactly how big the gap in their abilities truly was. Perhaps El Condor Pasa wasn't that strong, and if Mizuno exploded with a sudden burst of strength mid-fight, he might still have a slim chance…
Thus, Mizuno secretly tailed El Condor Pasa around Tracen Academy, intending to first evaluate her actual combat abilities before making a decision.
But now, having witnessed everything firsthand—she was terrifying!
Even a trainer who claimed a taekwondo black belt had been instantly crushed by El Condor Pasa. Mizuno couldn't imagine how on earth he could possibly defeat her in physical combat.
Underhanded tactics like drugging her were obviously off the table. El Condor Pasa wanted a fair fight, not one sabotaged by external factors.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
Just as Mizuno was agonizing helplessly, a familiar voice suddenly spoke chillingly from right behind him:
"You… you're also a wrestler, aren't you?"
"?!" Mizuno stiffly turned his head to see El Condor Pasa staring hungrily at him.
"Wait—how the hell did you find me?!" Mizuno pointed at himself in disbelief.
"Hmmm… well, I caught a whiff of a really sweet scent, so I followed it here and found you," El Condor Pasa answered honestly.
"Gah!" Realization dawned on Mizuno.
He'd stood in one spot for too long, causing the concealment effect of his special clothing to fade completely!
"You've covered your face—you must be a masked wrestler!" El Condor Pasa confidently assumed her wrestling stance, readying to pounce.
"Come wrestle with me!"
"I'm really not!" Mizuno frantically shook his head, slowly backing away. Wrestle her?! Was he planning to join Hiroshima Baoza in the hospital?!
Yet the excited El Condor Pasa ignored his protests completely, immediately lunging forward.
"YAMEROO—!!"
...
Ten seconds later…
"EX FRENZY CYCLONE!!"
El Condor Pasa grabbed Mizuno by the leg, spun rapidly dozens of times, then fiercely hurled him into the distance.
Mizuno flew ten meters away, rolled several times, and stopped only when his face scraped against the ground. He lay there limply, completely motionless.
Trainer Mizuno—KO'd!