"Ugh... still can't find her... It seems that even if my face looks better in my own eyes, it's no use for the Uma Musume of this world."
After tiring himself out for half the day, Ikezoe still returned empty-handed. He sat by the flower bed, his mood quite low. After all, for Ikezoe to accept the fact that his appearance wasn't appealing to Uma Musume was somewhat cruel.
After all, his future work environment would definitely be within Tracen Academy. If his face prevented him from properly guiding the Uma Musume, that would be problematic... Ikezoe didn't want to constantly be in an environment where he was disliked by others.
"Perhaps... it's because of these unhealed injuries on my face? Seriously, Gold Ship, that Giant, was really merciless. Thinking about that kick still hurts me now."
Whether it was self-comfort or not, Ikezoe sat there, planning to rest for a while. He was truly exhausted. He had tried to recruit several Uma Musume but failed every time. He was now almost starting to doubt his own appearance.
However, it seems that after he transmigrated, not only did he become younger, but his body also seemed to have improved a lot? As a Jockey, Ikezoe's physical test results were good, but even so, he ran almost half of Tracen Academy, going back and forth trying to recruit so many Uma Musume. Although he didn't succeed once, with his previous physique, he shouldn't have just felt tired.
And that kick from Gold Ship... that kick was really brutal. From Ikezoe's extensive experience of being kicked by Racehorse and falling from their backs, that kick truly held nothing back. It was a genuine kick, no less powerful than Dream Journey's attacks back in the day.
You have to know, a Racehorse's kick is not something to be taken lightly. Ikezoe was truly lucky; he had extensive experience and preventive measures to survive time and again. It was divine protection that he was alive today.
If a real Racehorse's kick landed on a person, it would truly send them flying. Not just flying, if it hit the stomach, the intestines might even be kicked out. Although not too many stablehands are kicked to death by Racehorse, it's not unheard of... even if it doesn't happen in Central, it's the same.
But even after Ikezoe was kicked by Gold Ship like that, he surprisingly only had some superficial injuries... You have to know, he was in a panic at the time and didn't have time to perform any professional protective moves. Being kicked like that would most likely result in a broken bone at best.
"Did my physique also get stronger after I transmigrated? I won't be easily injured by Gold Ship's kicks anymore? Is this also a gift from the heavens?" Ikezoe found it quite strange, but at the same time, he also felt a bit annoyed... This physique seemed to be telling him that he wouldn't be kicked any less by Uma Musume in the future... "But I really don't want to train Gold Ship again. Our relationship was already a bit strained last time. Even if I went to talk about being her Trainer now, it would be awkward... I'm afraid she might just kick me again..."
"Ugh... I just want to find Curren Chan. If Curren Chan were here, it would be great. I've asked so many of these Uma Musume, but no one seems to know..."
And just as Ikezoe was muttering to himself, he didn't notice that a cute roan Uma Musume's little head suddenly peeked out from behind him. She noticed Ikezoe's back facing her, and a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
The roan Uma Musume quietly approached, maintaining a devilish smile. Suddenly, she covered Ikezoe's eyes. Before Ikezoe could react, a sweet voice immediately said:
"Hehe, it's not that easy to get information about Karen-chan, you know. Karen-chan is very cute, you know. If I casually reveal my whereabouts, I might get mobbed by enthusiastic fans at my door, you know~"
"But, to specifically look for Karen-chan right away? This new Trainer's taste is really different. Could it be that he's a fan of Karen-chan? Even though Karen-chan, as an Uma Musume, I'm actually better at being cute~"
With that, the roan Uma Musume, who called herself "Karen-chan," also released her hands from Ikezoe's eyes. She skipped over to Ikezoe, bending slightly to reveal a perfect angle, showcasing her exquisitely carved, cute face in its entirety.
"Ta-da It's Karen-chan, what a surprise! Hello, new Trainer"
"Karen...-chan?" However, after being slightly startled by the beautiful roan Horse Girl in front of him, he immediately noticed the familiar address.
This was a very familiar address to Ikezoe, referring to only one Racehorse.
"—Curren Chan? You are Curren Chan?"
"Eh? You don't know Karen-chan's true appearance? Looks like you're not a fan of Karen-chan~"
However, although Ikezoe called out Curren Chan's name, his surprised reaction and the obvious shock on his face at Curren Chan's true appearance quickly made Curren Chan realize that he had never seen her before.
This made Curren Chan a little disappointed and a little curious. Disappointed that this Trainer, who had been inquiring about her, wasn't her fan. It seemed that Karen-chan's cuteness hadn't spread throughout the world yet, and she needed to work harder~
But at the same time, Curren Chan was very curious. Since he wasn't one of her three million followers on the platform, why was this new Trainer, one of the three newcomers who had recently become well-known at Tracen Academy, so eager to find her?
"So, Trainer, why are you so eagerly looking for Karen-chan? Karen-chan is very curious~"
Even with some doubts in her heart, Curren Chan maintained her "cute" persona. But soon, Ikezoe snapped out of his shock at Curren Chan's cuteness as an Uma Musume.
Curren Chan has come before me? How can I not seize this opportunity!
And Ikezoe, who was never short on courage, immediately reacted. He instantly stood up and, with great solemnity and joy, grabbed Curren Chan's hand, not noticing Curren Chan's startled expression. He immediately bowed and said:
"I'm here to invite you to be my 담당Uma Musume ! Curren Chan!"
He was so moved! Ikezoe was so moved he was almost in tears in front of Curren Chan. From yesterday until now, he was first kicked away by Gold Ship, then disliked by various Uma Musume. He was almost at the brink of a mental breakdown. At this moment, his long-awaited Curren Chan finally appeared!
True love! As expected of my beloved and most obedient Curren Chan! After two days of grievances, Ikezoe finally felt a sense of "redemption" in front of Curren Chan.
The best choice to help him escape the encirclement of dangerous Uma Musume like Gold Ship and to deliver a GI win to the President, had finally appeared!
Of course, Ikezoe couldn't state his true purpose was to escape a series of dangerous Uma Musume. His mind worked quickly, and he immediately replied:
"Curren Chan, I see your talent. I can confirm that you are definitely a master in short-distance Races. I hope to become your Trainer and send you to the stage of GI Races!"
"I have enough confidence to make you dominate the domestic short-distance GI. I wonder if you are willing to become my 담당Uma Musume ?"
Ikezoe was determined to use all his might to get Curren Chan to be his 담당Uma Musume . However, his enthusiasm and the confidence he had in Curren Chan made Curren Chan slightly stunned.
He said, she had the talent and ability to run GI? She? Curren Chan?
"But, but... Karen-chan always felt that compared to racing, I'm better at being cute, you know..."
..."Huh? Isn't that that pervert..."
However, at this moment, Gold Ship, who was passing by, unexpectedly caught sight of the commotion. And as she looked, she saw Ikezoe holding Curren Chan's hand, bowing with an extremely sincere expression.
"...Tsk."
For some reason, Gold Ship clicked her tongue softly upon seeing this, and a rather unpleasant feeling welled up in her chest... even she didn't know why she felt unpleasant.
"That guy found his Uma Musume too, huh? I wonder how strong she is. I'll find a chance to race her sometime." Gold Ship muttered to herself, her tone carrying a hint of unusual ferocity. Then she quickly left the scene.
She needed to run a few laps on the track to vent this unpleasant feeling in her chest.