The calm, everyday routine continued without interruption.
Kitahara Sota wasn't aware of Agnes Digital's current situation—and even if he was, he probably wouldn't care too much.
After all, it wasn't unusual for Agnes Tachyon's experiments to have occasional mishaps, and Agnes Digital had been helping her test potions frequently these days. A couple of unexpected outcomes were perfectly normal. As long as nothing serious happened, everything was fine.
Even if a problem arose, he didn't have the time to deal with it right now.
Because he was dealing with a slightly troublesome issue himself—
Nice Nature's treatment.
He'd been preparing seriously for this, carefully arranging everything during Agnes Digital's race.
By the time Agnes Digital finished competing, his preparations were nearly complete, and he was ready to begin Nice Nature's treatment.
But when everything was finally in place, he suddenly realized a significant issue—the treatment turned out to be a bit more…complicated than he'd originally imagined.
Unlike Agnes Tachyon's naturally occurring condition, Nice Nature's issue was entirely created by him personally. It wasn't limited to her legs but affected her whole body.
Initially, Kitahara had assumed he could simply handle it the same way he used to, without giving it much thought.
But now, looking at Nice Nature standing before him—no longer the small child from his memories, but a young woman—he finally realized just how much she'd grown. While not exactly as voluptuous as Special Week, she'd filled out nicely, with gentle curves in all the right places.
He sighed inwardly, marveling at how drastically Uma Musume changed after their developmental period—and simultaneously realized that Nice Nature had truly become an adult.
Not only Nature; even he himself was officially an adult now. Although his so-called adulthood (according to the local setting, age 20) felt slightly superficial—after all, he was only two years older than her—the real problem wasn't age.
The real problem was that previously, he could perform full-body treatments on her without hesitation, because back then, they'd both been kids. He'd also been a bit mentally unstable at the time, allowing him to perform those treatments without psychological burden.
But now…
Facing the grown-up Nice Nature, Kitahara fell into an awkward silence.
A "full-body treatment," as implied, required touching virtually every part of her body. At most, he could avoid the most sensitive areas, but everywhere else was unavoidable.
Additionally, to properly administer the treatment, she'd have to wear a special lightweight garment, apply various medicinal substances to her body, and possibly react quite noticeably…
Since Tracen Academy didn't have a specialized treatment room, Kitahara had even stored the supplies in his own dorm, intending to carry out the procedure there. But now...
Kitahara suddenly felt as if he was committing some sort of crime.
Nor could he pass the task to Agnes Digital, as this kind of energy adjustment required incredibly precise skills. Among everyone he knew, nobody except him could manage such delicate work.
If someone else inexperienced took over, it might not only fail but could even worsen her condition.
Even so, Kitahara made a final attempt to escape responsibility:
"Nature, listen—I might've overlooked some important things…"
He explained his concerns clearly to her, adding that given a bit more time, he might find a less questionable solution.
But Nature refused.
"I trust you, Kitahara-san."
Her expression was serious, though her face was inexplicably red, her tail nervously swaying behind her.
What a good kid…
Kitahara interpreted her response as fear of the treatment, deeply touched by her bravery.
Since Nature insisted, Kitahara could no longer refuse.
Nature was in the same year as Tokai Teio. She'd already completed her Basic Race and was soon scheduled for official competitions. The sooner she received treatment, the sooner she could begin proper training.
So, despite his lingering doubts, Kitahara resolved to proceed—for her future's sake.
Thus, a few days after Agnes Digital's race, following afternoon training, Nice Nature accompanied Kitahara and Eclipse to his dorm, her tail wagging more and more quickly as they approached.
They entered, locked the door behind them, and stared awkwardly at each other.
"Um, I'll go shower first…"
Just finishing training, Nature's face flushed deeply. She hurriedly went into the bathroom to shower and change into the treatment clothing. Soon, the sound of running water could be heard.
Having come this far, Kitahara couldn't back out. He sighed heavily and began preparing the necessary materials.
Soon after, Nature emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, her skin slightly flushed, damp hair clinging to her neck.
But the real problem wasn't her condition—it was the clothes she wore.
Because the treatment had strict requirements, Kitahara had specifically commissioned this special outfit from older Uma Musume trainers.
—Although, oddly enough, the trainer had given him a rather ambiguous look upon hearing his request.
When Kitahara first inspected the clothing, nothing seemed off. It covered everything thoroughly, even more conservatively than regular outfits. The fabric was thick enough to maintain tactility, yet still thin enough not to interfere with his treatment.
But now that she was actually wearing it, the effect differed greatly from his imagination.
The fabric covered her from head to toe perfectly, no skin explicitly exposed. However, its snugness delicately traced the contours of her body, subtly emphasizing curves. Somehow, it managed to feel more suggestive than outright revealing clothes.
Nature herself seemed to have realized this. From the moment she emerged, she kept her head lowered, visibly flustered, as if she were being forced into something shameful, slowly approaching the specially ordered treatment bed and stiffly lying down.
Honestly, if Kitahara didn't know better, he'd have called the police on himself.
But as soon as Nature lay down, Kitahara's expression quickly shifted back to normal. His chaotic thoughts dissipated in an instant, replaced by professional calm.
He was always someone who focused entirely on the task at hand, excluding unnecessary distractions. To him now, Nature was simply a patient needing treatment—nothing more.
"Do you want something to bite on?"
He asked calmly.
Nature froze slightly, recalling memories of similar experiences from the past, then timidly nodded:
"Yes."
Kitahara expertly took a clean towel he'd washed several times and carefully placed it in Nature's mouth, ensuring it was secure yet comfortable.
After checking thoroughly, he turned his attention back to her body, briefly examining before gently reaching out.
Soft.
That was his first reaction when touching her.
Years ago, Nature hadn't fully developed yet. She'd been somewhat thin, even slightly bony in certain spots.
Now, as his fingers brushed over her skin, there was no stiffness—only supple, toned softness beneath his fingertips. Though she wasn't quite as voluptuous as Special Week, her physique was perfectly balanced, extremely pleasant to touch.
Kitahara's mind remained purely clinical. His only thought was how much healthier she'd become.
Examining her state carefully, he asked:
"Did you continue following the diet and training plans I left behind?"
Unable to speak, Nature nodded quickly.
Kitahara wasn't surprised but did feel puzzled—he hadn't started any real treatment yet, yet Nature's body already seemed overly sensitive.
Maybe checking earlier triggered painful memories?
He dismissed it, quickly moving to the main task.
After initial checks, he realized his previous methods wouldn't work. Nature's body had dramatically changed through adolescence, deeply integrating the past treatments he'd left behind into every fiber of her being.
Worse than I expected…
He'd anticipated integration but hadn't imagined it would go this deep. Fortunately, he still had methods to resolve it—just rougher and more time-consuming.
He gently pressed a spot on her abdomen.
"Uuu—!"
Despite minimal pressure, Nature's body shivered violently, muscles tightening instantly. Intense sensations surged from Kitahara's fingertips, overwhelming her mind and eroding her resistance.
She whimpered softly, muffled pleading leaking past the towel.
"Relax. Don't tense up."
Kitahara remained calm, pressing another location, then applying medicinal ointments to specific spots, carefully lifting her clothing slightly, briefly exposing her pale stomach before quickly covering her again.
Despite his clinical intentions, Nature's body trembled even more fiercely, her muscles rigid.
But gradually, under his steady hands, her tension faded, her eyes becoming hazy. Memories from years past resurfaced. She opened her mouth slightly, trying to speak, but could only produce faint whimpers.
Over the next half-hour, Nature gradually lost all resistance, her body responding obediently to his touch—her training from years ago surfacing once more, cooperating instinctively with Kitahara's precise movements.
By the end, Nature was bright red, drained, and completely limp, consciousness fading.
Kitahara called Eclipse over, gently feeding Nature medicine, then sent her off to rest in his bedroom, where Eclipse would watch over her overnight.
Finally alone, Kitahara relaxed on the sofa. Checking his phone, he remembered one last thing:
Grass Wonder…
Seeing Special Week's rapid improvement had clearly sparked envy in Grass Wonder, yet she never rushed him, instead patiently waiting. Kitahara felt guilty, deciding to accelerate plans for her.
He spoke briefly with Eclipse, who readily agreed.
Decision made, Kitahara settled comfortably on the sofa, closing his eyes as night deepened.
At dawn, his phone abruptly jolted him awake.
"Trainer Kitahara," came Hayakawa Tazuna's icy voice, "do you know where Agnes Tachyon is right now?"