Every time Eternal Meteor passed another horse girl, the entire venue erupted—no manners, no restraint, just raw shouting as everyone poured their voice into her name.
And it wasn't only the people in the stands.
Viewers watching through every kind of media feed—at home, at work, wherever—stopped what they were doing. Their attention collapsed into a single point.
This race.
And her.
Excellent Quality Gets Broken
Excellent Quality was running in second, planning to accelerate on the uphill to overtake the leader, Leonard. The faint, constant roar of cheering kept reaching her ears, irritating her—but she refused to look away.
If I pass her, I win.
That belief held—right up until the cheering swelled into something close to madness.
"Huh? Eternal Meteor? How is that even possible?!"
Excellent Quality saw her—sliding past from the side—so unreal that for a moment she genuinely wondered whether Twin Turbo had kicked a shoe into her head that morning and scrambled her brain.
But the distance was real. The figure pulling away was real.
Excellent Quality clenched her teeth and accelerated early.
Eternal Meteor's ears flicked back. She was slightly surprised to hear those hoofbeats still chasing—steady, stubborn, refusing to break.
Everyone else she'd passed had lost the will to fight. These were Central horse girls, yes—but still pre-debut. In front of this meteor, their resolve had been burned down to ash.
"Not bad," Eternal Meteor thought. "But not enough."
Her gaze returned to the leader ahead.
"Next is you."
The Last Curve
Up front, Leonard was calculating. Eternal Meteor would have to slow in the final bend. That was physics—centrifugal force demanded it. Leonard planned to conserve there, recover, then strike on the uphill.
The announcer had already stopped caring about anyone else.
"We're approaching the final curve—then the uphill! Can Eternal Meteor complete the overtake there and create a miracle?!"
The two young men in the stands—who'd been casually analyzing earlier—weren't relaxed anymore. Their eyes were glued to the track.
"All she has to do is hold this position," one said, "then overtake on the climb."
"Right," the other agreed. "Smaller frame, lighter weight—she'll have an advantage on the slope. But does she still have the stamina for a nearly two-meter elevation change?"
"I don't know, but—"
His voice snapped upward in disbelief.
"Why is she accelerating now?!"
The Stadium Becomes One Voice
The man with glasses jumped to his feet for a better view, forgetting the rest of the conversation.
"GOOOOO!!! ETERNAL METEOR!!!"
He turned—and realized his friend, and everyone around him, had also stood. The entire racecourse had become a single tide of bodies and sound.
He laughed, stopped thinking, and let his fists and shoulders join the wave.
"GO!!! PASS HER!!!"
Yes. That was all anyone could do now.
Cheer—and believe.
Rudolf Sees the Problem
Behind the VIP glass, Symboli Rudolf still wore a calm face.
But her arms were tightening. Her sleeves were wrinkling under the force of her grip.
Her calm was only skin-deep.
Beside her, Maruzensky was still swinging her arms and yelling like the crowd—
until she suddenly stopped.
Her expression turned heavy, almost grim, as she watched Eternal Meteor's form.
She looked at Rudolf.
Rudolf looked back.
They didn't need words.
They both understood the same thing:
That running form is dangerous.
Leonard's Fear
On the track, Leonard had no time to think about anything except the thunder behind her.
It was so close it felt like needles pressed into her back.
Then—suddenly—
the thunder was to her left.
"You're insane—are you trying to die?!"
Leonard tilted her gaze sideways and couldn't stop the cry that burst out of her.
Eternal Meteor wasn't slowing at all in the curve.
She was increasing cadence.
Leaning hard to the right to fight the centrifugal force.
Ignoring her ankles, ignoring injury, ignoring consequence.
She just kept accelerating.
Leonard bit down and accelerated too—but running normally, she couldn't match someone moving like a person who didn't care whether her body survived the next second.
"No way… no way!!"
Leonard could only watch that back pulling away and scream in frustration.
"Eternal Meteor has completed the overtake—she's now in FIRST!!!!"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
The announcer's howl detonated the crowd. People everywhere—live or remote—shouted at the exact same time as if connected by a single nerve.
But inside the VIP room, it went strangely quiet.
Maruzensky wasn't cheering anymore. She stared, tense and grave.
Rudolf's face matched hers.
Maruzensky spoke first.
"I'm going to contact the medical wing—get them ready for an exam. That kid is yours, Rudolf."
Rudolf nodded once.
"Leave it to me."
They both shoved the door open and ran.
"Please… please don't let anything happen."
Rudolf ignored the staff who noticed her. She stamped the floor—
and the sheer force left a cracked dent pattern behind.
The staff member stared at the damaged flooring, sweating cold.
The Race Stops Being a Race
On another part of the grounds, Nishizaki Ryuya didn't care about the cheering, or even the lollipop falling from his mouth. His eyes were fixed on Eternal Meteor in the curve.
He turned to sprint toward the infirmary—
and got grabbed under the arm by Gold Ship, who carried him like baggage and blasted off even faster.
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Teio watched them go, about to ask what was happening—
but Vodka and Daiwa Scarlet were yelling beside her, pulling her eyes back to the track.
After that, Teio couldn't look away again.
The announcer's voice had cracked.
"Eternal Meteor… after taking the lead, she's still accelerating…"
The crowd lowered their raised arms. A collective breath held.
Even X panicked.
"You're already first! Stop accelerating—you're going to kill yourself!"
Eternal Meteor didn't slow.
"My stage… has room for only me."
Her body felt like a furnace. The engine—no, the flame—was already lit.
All she needed was more fuel.
A Horizon No One Could Cross
Leonard watched the turf ahead of her.
Not just the runner.
The grass under Eternal Meteor's feet looked plowed, as if a meteor had scarred the earth. The torn line grew longer, straighter, farther away—
a horizon separating them.
Leonard's pace faltered.
"What… what kind of monster am I racing against?"
No one answered.
Everyone's eyes followed Eternal Meteor disappearing forward.
Even if you reached out, you'd grab only empty air.
Finish Line: Silence, Then Explosion
"Eternal Meteor hits the line—b-big… big… big margin…"
The announcer couldn't even form the words anymore.
His hand shook.
The microphone dropped, slamming into the ground—
and a harsh buzzing filled the entire venue.
When the buzzing faded…
there was only silence.
As if time had stopped.
Every spectator was frozen in the same posture they'd held at the instant she crossed.
Then Eternal Meteor turned her gaze toward them—
and slowly raised her right hand.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Time restarted.
Everyone screamed again—stacking every shout they'd failed to release earlier into one unified roar. Even if their voices were shredded. Even if their arms had been raised so long they ached.
They still cheered.
Because something had just passed through their hearts like a meteor—
a light too bright to look away from.
No.
Not like a meteor.
She was one.
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