After completing the transfer procedures with Shibasaki, Kuroha finally let out a breath of relief. While the process didn't go exactly as expected, the outcome remained the same—
He had a new horse girl in his team.
And not just anyone—it was Fujimasa March, a local circuit runner with promising talent!
Seeing her quietly following behind, Kuroha smiled, reached out to adjust the butterfly ribbon on her right ear, and said, "Relax a little. Start by introducing yourself."
He straightened his clothes, putting on an exaggeratedly serious expression. "Hello, Fujimasa March. I am your trainer, Kamisaki Kuroha. Our goal now is to win high-stakes races, break into Central, and aim for the stars and the sea!"
The deliberate formality helped ease March's nerves. Her body relaxed slightly, and she replied, "Fujimasa March. My goal is to keep running, to stay on the track longer than anyone else!"
"Good! That's the spirit!"
Kuroha gave a thumbs-up. "But just so you know—training with me is hell. Are you ready for that?"
"Yes, Trainer!"
——
In the training field.
Rustle...
While keeping a close eye on March's form, Kuroha jotted down notes into his notebook about her physique—things the system didn't explicitly display.
March was still undergoing special training. Right now, the priority was correcting her running posture and breathing rhythm.
[Form Sense & Breath Sense] revealed that each horse girl had an ideal running posture unique to her natural gifts and temperament. Some, like Oguri Cap, were blessed with outrageous talent—her absurd forward-leaning sprinting form suited her perfectly. It was a personal, unmatched style.
What Kuroha was doing now was correcting March's posture without her consciously realizing it, guiding her to develop this kind of talent through training.
"She's improving way faster than I expected… Is this normal for horse girls, or is March just that gifted?"
He gently tapped his pen against his notebook, revising the training schedule in his mind.
The original plan was: ten days to correct her posture and breathing, paired with basic stamina drills. After that would come strength training and skill development, all in preparation for the 1600-meter C-Class race at Kasamatsu Racecourse in March.
But March's growth was ahead of schedule. Certain parts of the plan could be accelerated.
"March, increase your stride length!"
"Use your arms when you run!"
Kuroha rolled his shoulders and wrote a large note: "500,000 yen."
Raising a horse girl wasn't free. This race had a decent prize pool, but until then, her nutritional meals and supplies would have to come out of his own savings.
Still, Kuroha wasn't too worried about the race. At her current rate of improvement, March's Speed, Stamina, and Gut would all likely break the 300 mark before the race.
Combined with her optimized posture and breathing, and based on the race footage he'd studied, there shouldn't be any obstacles to victory.
And that wasn't even accounting for his ace in the hole—
[Professor of Curvature]
A legendary, universally applicable speed technique. All the instructional knowledge for this Gold Skill had already been imprinted into Kuroha's mind.
"Once the posture and breathing training finishes, I'll start weaving the skill development into March's sessions without her even realizing."
With stats over 300, a Gold Skill, and form equal to or beyond that of Central-level prodigies—no one on the local circuit would be able to beat Fujimasa March.
...
Ten days later.
March's training was well on track.
Ahead of Kuroha, the white-haired, red-eyed girl panted heavily, doing sprint drills across the field.
"13.34! You're slowing down, March! Accelerate!"
Kuroha barked, stopwatch in hand.
She had mastered her posture and breathing within just five days of transferring over. Now, she had moved on to the next phase—intensive training.
In other words, it was time to raise her "stats."
Alongside that, he had begun incorporating skill development into her regimen.
[Cornering Proficiency][Focus][Poor Track Adaptability][Positioning Talent]
These were the four skills Kuroha was training into her. [Cornering Proficiency] was a lower-tier skill leading into [Professor of Curvature], while the other three were purchased from the Skill Shop.
They cost him 370 points—cleaning him out completely.
On the field, Fujimasa March was doing repeated sprint drills.
As a horse girl, she already had a solid athletic foundation. And with Kuroha's skill-imbued [Massage] technique, she could handle a far tougher training load.
At first, the shy little horse had been bashful about it, but after experiencing the effects of his massages, she became much more enthusiastic.
The drill was: 20 sets of 200-meter shuttle sprints, each within 13 seconds. The return walk counted as her rest period.
13 seconds wasn't her maximum burst, but over 20 reps—it added up.
Her times steadily slipped from a confident 12.53 to 13 seconds… then 14… 15… By the final set, she was crawling in at 16 seconds.
Watching her drag herself back, Kuroha couldn't help but smile a little.
This was just the beginning. She hadn't even trained to the point of stomach cramps yet—how could you call it "intensity" if she hadn't puked?
But still, horse girls were fundamentally built different. Kuroha had only added a little bit more intensity than her previous training. He would adjust future loads based on how well she adapted.
At this moment, March felt like her legs weren't even hers. Her thighs burned, calves trembled, and every breath seared her lungs. And just as she staggered back to the start line—
Her trainer's demonic voice called out again.
"No breaks! Next: 10 sets of 100 meters! Sprint!"
Training with me is hell.
That phrase suddenly resurfaced in March's mind, from ten days ago.
Her gray mane fluttered as she gritted her teeth, and a look of resolve flashed across her delicate face.
Oguri Cap… Just wait for me. I'll catch up to you!
Watching her drenched in sweat, legs still pumping forward, Kuroha gave a satisfied nod.
[Fujimasa March]
[Skills: Good Ground, Rainy Days, Calm in Chaos, Focus]
[Speed: 284, Stamina: 312, Power: 251, Gut: 253, Wit: 264]
"Amazing growth… seriously."
After finishing the foundational training five days ago, her Speed, Stamina, and Gut had all jumped nearly 20 points.
And now, during this intense phase, all four stats—except Wit—were still rising steadily.
"Is this the effect of gradual accumulation? Or has her specialized growth rate increased?" Kuroha pondered.
At this pace, never mind hitting the expected 300+ range—she might even break into the 400s.
With continued training, give her three months, and March might even qualify for the Satsuki Sho of the Classic Triple Crown.
To think that a local horse girl could, in just three months, reach a level comparable to high-caliber Central runners… that's not just improvement.
That's evolution.
(End of Chapter)
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