"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
"It's the same as it has always been. Am I under an illusion or something?"
"You're as tactless as ever."
After somehow managing to calm down the golden supermodel, the young man tiredly sat down under a tree, and the supermodel joined him. Watching the waves advancing and retreating at the edge of the beach calms his head down when it's still ringing from thinking about the stupid rumor.
Sigh… For the love of fuck…
"Rather than improving the gym, I think Tracen should invest in smartening you girls up."
"Hey… It's easy to think that if you were in our shoes."
"You need to learn to control your hormones, idiot…"
"You're one to say."
"Hey! I might be perverted, but I'm doing all of that of my own accord. There's no hormonal influence on me."
"That makes it worse. Sigh… Can I take your anal virginity then?"
"There's genuinely something wrong with you. Have you considered therapy?"
"Have you?"
"No. I don't want to break someone else's mind unless it is through sex."
"Then you can do it on my brain."
"No. You know what? I'm going to reroute this conversation back to business. I feel like things will go down a more dangerous route if I don't."
"Coward."
Gold City pouted at the young man's cowardice. She has to be satiated with circling her tail around the young man's arm. She watches as he opens a file on his phone and reads out her training menu.
"I do understand that you can train during the night on regular days, but how will you do it during this training camp? You can't exactly use your job to sneak away from the inn, no?"
"They have a gym in the umamusumes' inn. I can train there. Unlike you, Muyaku doesn't train me until I pant like a bitch."
"He cares about you."
"He cares about my body, not me. If he really cares about me, he would be more like you."
"Sigh… I'm going to kiss you if you don't stop mocking him."
"He's stupid. He's an idiot. His only good quality is his looks. He is a third-rate trainer with a fourth-rate training menu. He improves as fast as a snail. His dick is smaller than yours. He is as interesting as a slice of plain bread. He has less experience in everything, including sex and training, compared to you. Can you push your tongue into my mouth as we kiss?"
"...there's definitely something wrong with you."
"Hey! Less talking, more kissing!! Are you a man of your word or not?"
"Sigh… Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhh~~ Ahh~ Do me a favor and go meet a therapist."
"Nope."
"Sigh… Just a question, he has not scheduled you a race during the training camp, has he?"
"Yes, he does. An Open mile-length race in Sapporo in early August. Cosmos Sho, if I remember correctly. Why are you asking?"
"Sigh…"
The young man doesn't need to explain what a bad idea that is. The Summer training camp is a place to gain stats with the summer bonus. In the game version, the summer level-up all training to level 5, regardless of their previous levels. This basically means that running a race during a training camp is a big, giant mistake. Even a rookie player would quickly catch on to that fact.
Why… Why are you wasting precious training camp time on racing? Fuck!! He is not going to win a Champion Meet any time soon!!
"You don't look happy with the fact. Is he making a big mistake with the schedule?"
"Sigh… I think so. The training camp allows you girls to train all day long. You could easily double or even triple the training duration compared to normal days."
"I'll cut our contract."
"No! No!! This is not a career-ending mistake! It's a rookie one, but I'm sure he'll learn from his mistake!!"
"Dear, he's your senior. It's supposed to be you who made that mistake, not him."
*Ding*
[Uma Siren] has been activated.
"Calm down. Calm down. Take a deep breath. Perhaps we're looking at this from the wrong angle."
"Explain."
"Well, if he wants to test your capabilities and where you are now, a race is the right answer for that. He may be determining where to focus on your training menu. Every day observation might help, but putting you on an actual race will give insight that will help him make a much better training menu."
"Hmm… I hate how logical you are."
"I take pride in that."
Gold City kinda fucked, huh? My secret training menu could only help so much, but with the race in the middle of the training camp and my trainees getting buff from my [Uma Siren] skill, there's no way for her to catch up.
Well… I might be able to help her with an [Uma Siren] cheer.
"Hey, Gold City. Can I borrow your ear for a moment?"
"Hmm?"
*Ding*
[Uma Siren] has been activated.
"Do your best, darling."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...sorry."
The young man couldn't handle the awkward silence between them. He expects Gold City to react in all sorts of manner except for being frozen in place. His face turns beet red, and he covers it with his hands.
"Eek!!"
As for the umamusume, she suddenly stood up with extreme enthusiasm. Orange lightning sparks from her body, heating the air around her. She takes a standing-start stance before running toward the sea.
"GOLD CITY!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!"
The young man was panicking. Not only is Gold City running toward the sea, but she is also running faster than anything he has seen before. He didn't know that his skill could have had such an impact.
Is this considered as doping?
Gold City made contact with the sea, but instead of sinking into it, she ran on the surface.
"What in the fuck?"
The young man was confused as fuck as Gold City ran faster and faster with her lightning crackling harder and harder. She runs faster and faster until she vanishes from the world. The young man had been tracking her with his [Truth Seeing Eyes], and he lost sight of him completely.
Where the fuck did she go?!?! AAAHHH!! I'm so screwed!! WHAT DO I DO!?! WHAT DO I DO!?!? I JUST KILLED A WORLD-CLASS SUPERMODEL!!!
*Bbwoooommmm*
"Eh?"
The young man was completely focused on the sea in front of him when a sudden flash of light happened behind him. He turns around to see Gold City standing behind him in a confusing state. When she vanished into the sea, she was completely fine and dandy. The Gold City standing behind him looks like she had been through a war.
"Igo!! Who is my trainer?!?"
"What?!"
He is even more confused when Gold City grabs him and screams at him. Asking a question she should know the answer to.
"Senior Muyaku, right?"
"Oh, thank the three Goddesses. I'm back…"
"What?"
The young man feels like he is out of the loop somehow. He feels like he is talking to Gold City but not her at the same time.
"Haaaaah… I guess I should be content with our current arrangement."
"I don't… follow…?"
"Okay… This might sound crazy, but please listen to me."
Gold City then explains that she traveled through time after the young man whispered into her ear. Gold City changed the past so that it would be her who met him during that fateful day and became his trainee.
Gold City runs back to the present day, expecting paradise, but what welcomes her is hell. The world somehow falls into absolute chaos and constant war. It seems that an extremist organization named WWW has declared war on all female humans and thrown the world into chaos.
Gold City tried her best to save the world using her super speed with unlikely allies, but the world was far too broken to be saved. Gold City was overwhelmed by an evil version of herself named Silver City.
Just as Gold City was about to die along with that world, that world's Igo Heita killed Silver City. In doing so, freeing some of the super speed power to be absorbed by Gold City. The last act of that world's Igo Heita was sending his wife to fix the entire thing.
"And you remember everything from the Goldpoint Paradox world?"
"Yeah… I remember all of our dates. All the time Silver City kidnapped you. All our kisses. All our sexes. Perhaps it's a temporary effect."
"Perhaps it is a gift."
"Yeah…"
Gold City slides a brown envelope to the young man. He watches it with extreme confusion as the writing on it was his, and he doesn't remember ever writing one.
The young man carefully opens the envelope, and Gold City can see how deeply he is into reading the letter inside. Gold City could've opened the envelope and read it, but she feels like it is invading his privacy. It's a letter from her husband to a version of himself. Surely the content is something only he can read.
Gold City was correct as tears dropped from the young man onto the paper.
"Sniffle… Sniffle… You are one hell of a messenger."
"Thank you, love…"
Gold City gives the young man a two-fingered salute before she runs to the inn.