According to Mejiro Ardan's introduction, this private island—named Summer Island—was equipped with every conceivable facility needed for training camp.
From the dock, a wide and well-paved asphalt road stretched inland. At the end of the road, nestled among lush greenery, stood a cluster of modern, purpose-built facilities designed specifically for Uma Musume training by the Mejiro family.
The island was divided into training, living, and medical zones.
Upon first arrival, Kuroha placed his luggage in the living area before being guided by members of the Mejiro household to explore what would be their home for the next two months.
The living area consisted of several modern two-story buildings, each designed in a minimalist style and arranged gracefully on a hillside facing the bay. Every window looked out toward the sparkling sea.
Kuroha's room was located in a prime spot with an excellent view. When he opened the window, the salty breeze rushed in at once, carrying the distant murmur of waves and the near, clear calls of unseen birds.
After quickly organizing his belongings, a neatly dressed maid awaited outside his door.
"Ardan-sama has instructed me to introduce the island's main facilities so you can plan the upcoming training schedule," she said with a polite bow.
"Much appreciated," Kuroha replied, following her down a shaded path paved with crushed seashells.
First stop was the living area itself. Each building was equipped with private baths and balconies. The central main building housed a dining hall and a spacious lounge with comfortable sofas, a large TV, and ample entertainment facilities. There was even a library and a small cinema.
Another separate building contained an open-air hot spring, half-shielded by jagged rocks and dense foliage, with steam curling upward into the open sky.
Just seeing the living area's quality made Kuroha sigh inwardly—this was luxury beyond reason.
If not for sheer luck and his "arrangement" with Ardan, none of the training venues he had looked into before could even come close to this standard.
From the living area, they moved to the training zone—an expanse that exceeded even his expectations.
At its heart was a standard circular track modeled almost exactly after the Central Tracen Academy turf track—only slightly smaller. Additional tracks of various sizes sprawled nearby, including a straight sprint track for short-distance training and a hilly incline course for slope work. Parts of the track overlooked the open ocean, making running there a breathtaking experience.
Beside the track was a massive semi-open facility. One half contained a fully equipped gym with top-tier weight machines, resistance gear, and other training apparatus. The other half held a pristine indoor pool—essential for controlled breathing and lung capacity training that couldn't be done in the open sea.
Kuroha's eyes scanned the trackside equipment and noticed multi-angle high-speed cameras and data collection points—cutting-edge technology that had only appeared in recent years, already fully integrated here.
For someone with Body and Breath Perception, these were luxuries rather than necessities, but still impressive.
Next was the medical zone, located conveniently close to the training area for immediate response to any injuries. It included a low-temperature recovery chamber, a professional massage and therapy area, and—at Kuroha's request—an alchemy lab for special tonics and recovery agents.
By the end of the tour, Kuroha had a clear understanding: every zone—living, training, medical—was top-of-the-line. This wasn't just a vacation getaway; it was a fully functional, state-of-the-art training complex seamlessly blending technology with nature.
In short: something only the absurdly wealthy Mejiro family could casually provide.
Before parting, the maid added, "The yacht will remain docked for the duration. The seaside town across the bay is lively and sometimes holds festivals. You are free to visit anytime."
Kuroha inhaled deeply through the sun-dappled air. "Thank you. The facilities are excellent."
"That's what matters," she replied with a graceful smile. "Ardan-sama has instructed us to ensure you can devote yourself fully to training without a single worry. If anything needs adjusting, let us know."
On their way back, Kuroha noticed maintenance staff checking every piece of equipment—some of them Uma Musume themselves, likely Tracen graduates who had taken up work here. With their physical abilities triple that of humans, such jobs were a perfect fit.
The maid explained, "Regardless of the hour, if training demands it, the corresponding area and support equipment will be ready immediately."
Kuroha could only think—so this is the life of the aristocracy…
He'd thought his personal savings of several tens of millions of yen had put him in a comfortable tier. But after seeing the Mejiro family's "normal" standard of living, he realized he was still a frog at the bottom of the well.
Back at the main building, it was time for lunch.
The dining hall occupied the best vantage point, with massive windows framing the endless blue sea. A long buffet table ran down the center, draped in white cloth, laden with dishes that looked like works of art: freshly prepared sashimi, perfectly seared wagyu steak, elaborate carrot-themed dishes, delicate sushi, steaming soups, and fragrant main courses.
Sampling a few, Kuroha's brow rose in approval.
"The taste… is almost on par with mine," he said honestly.
Considering his own cooking could be rated "G1-class," this was high praise. And with the chef here clearly in the same league, he no longer had to personally cook every meal for his team.
After lunch, the group rested from the morning's travel before touring the facilities again in the afternoon. Kuroha also outlined the upcoming training schedule—making sure to mix in leisure time. After all, this was a summer training camp; fun was mandatory.
The day's highlight was a spirited beach volleyball match. With the exception of Inari One, none of the girls could stand against Kuroha's G1-level physique—and the tiny twin-tailed Inari often had to retreat before his plays. In the end, Kuroha was crowned the undisputed "Emperor of Beach Volleyball."
As night fell, the exhaustion of travel and play caught up with them, and everyone turned in early.
The first day of summer camp had ended perfectly.
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