Twenty-three starts, three wins.
Loss upon loss, loss into more losses…
Squeezing body and soul dry—yet even entering the frame felt like a luxury.
Back then, what was I thinking?
Can't win?
Retire, then?
Or go run small-town meets?
I think… I thought of all of it.
Technique with no room left to improve. A body that wouldn't budge.
Everything whispered the same verdict: she has reached her limit.
But in March, on a whim, I came to this far eastern island—and met that man.
After that, everything changed.
He said my technique was awful.
He said my form and breathing leaked from every seam.
He said, see your own heart—only then can you make the future.
So I agreed to his terms…
—
On the course—
In Obey Your Master's eyes, the long-suppressed, ink-black starfield boiled over.
This wasn't a True Self (Constraint Mode) burst.
This was will driven through every vein—ripping that era-level power out and making it hers.
Stars lit in an instant, compressed—becoming the pure thrust that hurled her forward.
"In this Japan Cup—whoever you are—I will crush you."
Domain — Wild Joker!
BOOM!!!
Black lumina surged like a river of the cosmos, swallowing the world around it.
Under tens of thousands of stares, Obey Your Master sprang free like a black comet slipping gravity—
charging madly after that white thunder ahead!
"Obey Your Master! Obey Your Master explodes!!"
The caster broke: "Unbelievable acceleration—she's run Tamamo Cross down from behind!"
"Damn it—!"
Tamamo Cross stared, disbelieving, at the shadow knifing up her back, silver teeth clenched.
Even behind them, Tony Bianca's pupils snapped tight.
"Europe's monarch?"
"Japan's strongest?"
"So what?"
A sliver split Obey Your Master's lip—almost a laugh. Then a low, feral growl rolled up from her core:
"Whoever you are—
the lead in this race—belongs to me!"
The black star-river and the blue-white thunderclap
smashed together on the final-straight turf.
A devouring, wild galaxy versus a sky-rending, violent white lightning—
two Domains, opposite in nature yet both absolute, grinding and sparking as they ran neck-and-neck.
"Haa—!!"
Tamamo Cross's teeth nearly shattered.
Azure bolts danced madly over her, trying to burn away the deepening dark pressing in.
Can't lose.
I absolutely cannot lose here.
For every time I fell and stood again—
For the flame in my family's eyes—
I will not lose!
A colder curve cut Obey Your Master's lips. The boiling starfield in her eyes seemed to drink even Tamamo's glare of lightning.
From the very start of this race,
you were all under my control.
What victory could you possibly speak of?
Power roared through her body—not a mere sprint,
but every icy datum, each exact calculation, and all the bitterness and hunger hoarded in the world's blind spots—
transmuted into brute momentum to tear every barrier apart.
She shouldered through the thunder headwind—
and forced her line up until her shoulder was level with Tamamo's.
"Side by side! Obey Your Master draws even—they're level!!"
BOOM!
At that knife-edge instant, a hotter—almost air-melting—golden flood
swept down from behind with a sovereign's crushing weight.
Tony Bianca!
Europe's supreme monarch no longer held back.
Molten-gold eyes burned with a conflagration of will.
Black-gold streamers howled around her—like a sun plummeting into the course.
Good.
Obey Your Master. Tamamo Cross.
Your strength—I accept it.
This is truly a world-class duel.
And in honor of you both—
I'll go all-out—and grind you to dust!
Power like night-forged gold flared to the limit.
Tony Bianca stamped—
—and the moment her foot met turf—
crack.
A crisp sound rang—as if from her very soul.
Her pupils went out of focus.
First disbelief at her feet—
then a silence like a tomb.
At last, a bitten, trembling sigh of unwillingness.
The raging Domain about her… thinned. Faded.
In the stands, Kuroha watched the fallen brilliance.
"Her leg's broken."
This island's turf is not Europe's.
"High-speed course" is another way to say "high-speed killer course."
Harder ground means faster times—
—and a trap for foreign runners: I feel great!
But that's only a mirage.
Uma Musume unleash terrifying force—and the reaction is just as vicious.
Harder turf kills your buffer, kicks more recoil into bone.
Even Tokai Teio, born and raised here, could shatter if she went full power heedlessly.
A foreigner, not even a lap into true adaptation to this kill-speed turf, and then going all-out—
This is the price.
No matter your strength, no matter your speed—
with a broken leg, it's all nothing.
"Tony Bianca can't chase!"
"Tamamo Cross still leads—Obey Your Master right behind!"
The call shredded itself on the roar.
"Two hundred to go! Is it down to these two?!"
And then—
hah… hah…
A grey-white shadow slid up like a ghost.
Oguri Cap.
Her breath still ragged, sweat dark at the temples—
but deep in those tired eyes, a pure, unreasonable will flared.
Vmm—!
Grey light erupted from within her—
not Tamamo's violent storm, not Obey Your Master's abyss—
but a raw, feral power that painted the world in ash.
Domain — Grey Monster!
"Oguri Cap! It's Oguri from the outside—she's coming for Obey Your Master!!"
From the corner of her eye, Obey Your Master caught that grey lightning.
Domain granted Oguri one last leg of engine—her iron late-spurt knifed the gap down inch by inch.
A misread?
No—inevitable.
She'd known it since the day March helped Oguri.
"Can you both… surpass yourselves again?!"
Her voice rang at Tamamo's ear.
The black galaxy swallowed the blue-white thunder and the grey gale—
and then, moved past.
The wire was within a hundred meters.
"Stop for me—!"
Tamamo's lightning blew again. In that ferocious contest, her indomitable will hit full blaze;
a body already at max tried to claw beyond the limit—one more step—
She cast everything, held nothing back.
Now—I—will—
…Why… won't the body answer?
Her arms pumped, unwilling.
Fighting the opening for position; looping far outside; accelerating early for space—
a chain of errors flashed red through her mind and converged to one word:
Failure.
Am I… going to lose?
Behind, Oguri burned the dregs—
but her mistakes weighed heavier than Tamamo's.
Even the legs she needed for this last push were wrung dry; she could not pass again.
Or rather—they had both already surpassed their limits once.
But—
BOOM!
Three figures—black star-river, grey gale, azure thunder—
wove a ruinous tapestry down the final straight.
Air keened. The earth tore.
"Fifty to go! Obey Your Master in front—Tamamo biting hard—Oguri third!!"
Obey Your Master's will speared through her whole self.
Everything—now.
"To the line—!!"
WHAM—!!!
Obey Your Master's silhouette hit the tape first.
The black star-river burst into victory's fireworks.
"The winner—Obey Your Master!!!"
The cracked roar of the call soared into the sky.
(End of Chapter)
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