"HOW COULD YOU GO AN' SUGGEST SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT!?!"
"Oh, hey Tamamo."
"What d'you mean by 'Hey, Tamamo'!! The hell d'you mean you wanna impregnate me?!?!"
"Well, it sounds like it sounds. I want to make your belly grow with my baby."
"AAAAAHHHH!!"
The gray chibi grips her head in pain. She can feel her brain getting smoother with every word the cloaked figure is saying. On the other hand, the other gray finally steps into the room with a blank face.
"Oh, you're here too, Oguri Fat."
"Cap. I think you're getting my name wrong."
"Nah, Oguri. That bastard means t'call you fat."
"I see. But I'm not fat, though."
"Debateable. Anyway, Senior Masami, since Tamamo already gave us her permission, shouldn't it be cut and clear?"
"Now hold on a damn second!! I don't understand what's goin' on!! Y'all better explain everythin'!!"
"This junior wants me to sign a contract with a new umamusumes, Tama."
"And Senior Masami here said that she can't do that since she is still contracted to you. Even though Tamamo isn't as active as she was, I call bullshit on that reasoning. But since she won't budge, I just do the next best thing. Taking the problem away."
"And that is me?!?!?"
"Hey, she started it. I was just dancing to her rhythm. If you don't want it, then make sure your trainer signs the contract with the girl I suggest to her."
"Why does it land on me!?!?! Komi, please!!!"
"Hmm… You really know how to push our hands, huh… Tama…"
"Yes?"
"I know you'll make a great mother."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The gray chibi despairs at the thought of marrying someone she knows next to nothing about. She doesn't even know what he looks like. He is still clad in the footress of fabric and visor.
"My life… My life's come to an end…"
"What a rude girl."
The cloaked man approached the despairing chibi while rummaging through his pocket. He confidently pulled out a rolled-up stack of cash and hovered it above Tamamo, where the latter's nose quickly noticed the smell of fresh cash. Tamamo bends her neck to look up toward the money, being completely hypnotized by the fat stack of cash.
"You like this, don't you?"
The cloaked man looks down at the mesmerized umamusume. He slaps her with his money, making the stack bounce off her cheeks. Tamamo can't deny it. Born into a poor family, she has always been strapped for cash. Even when she had won multiple G1 races, she still couldn't get used to the smell of fresh money, and always gyrated towards it.
"You like this very much, right?"
*Smack* *Smack*
"You like it when I smack your face with its girth and length, huh?"
*Smack* *Smack*
"If you marry me, you're getting a lot of these, Tamamo."
"Gulp… No… Gulp…"
"You're the devil, Igo Heita."
"Thank you for the compliment, Senior. So I guess this settles it then. You will take Tsurumaru as your trainee."
"I'll see her for myself first and see if we'll click."
"I'll give you a week. If she still doesn't have a trainer yet, Tamamo will be mine."
"Can you not threaten me like that?"
"No promise. By the way, Fatty. Weren't you with Senior Kitahara today?"
"No. He is training in the river. I hate swimming."
"Ah… No wonder he is eating a big fish. You would've gobbled them up if you were there."
*Crackle* *Swwwooossh*
"Kitahara… Eating without me…"
The Fatty enters the zone the moment she realizes she has been betrayed by the man she trusted the most. Black, shadowy smoke hovers around her, signaling the emergence of The Beast.
"Kitaharaaaaaa…"
With heavy steps, the fatty makes her way toward her trainer. Completely ignoring how she looks like the Devourer of Worlds.
"Did Kitahara really leave Oguri out?"
"No, I was just kidding."
"..."
"..."
"Do you have no heart?"
"Nope. Wither away a couple of years ago."
"You're much worse than the rumors."
"Aaawww~~ Don't compliment me like that. You're going to make me blush. With that, my business here is done. It's nice making a deal with you. See you later, Senior."
"Sigh… At least there's one interesting trainer this year."
"Moneeey…"
"Tama, please wake up."
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Kukukuku!! Everything is going smoothly. It's always nice to push the responsibility of my own mess onto others.
The young man confidently strode down the hallway once again. His mood was through the roof, so he couldn't help but smile when he met a certain blonde short-haired umamusume from Team Zenith.
"Ah… Little Moth, how are you doing?"
"I hate you so much."
"Ah… My apologies. It's Little Butterfly, yes?"
"Sigh… What do you want?"
"Well, you know what I'm aiming for, right?"
The cloaked man grabbed Little Cocoon by her chin and put his mouth near her ear.
"Tell me, what news do you have about Rice Shower?"
"Kuh!! Your stupid obsession with that Uma!! She is doing fine."
"Come on now. You know very well that I couldn't care less about you. The faster you give me the information I want, the faster we part."
The blonde felt her heart twist at the young man's words. She knows what he wants, and she is fully aware of the nature of their relationship, but being thrown away to the side still hurts. A part of her wishes that it was she who was being fought over instead of Rice Shower.
"She is going to debut this month."
"Oooh~~ That's interesting. Thank you, cutie. See ya~~"
"Tch… Why always her…"