Uma Musume: Rising From the Countryside to Legend!!

Fujimasa March clenched her teeth. She could feel the power within her reaching its absolute peak.

Every part of her body was thundering. It was as if a storm was surging through her blood, propelling both her soul and her limbs. Every stride she took slammed into the ground like a bolt of lightning, as if she might tear the very earth apart.

The wind howled violently. She was like a child of the storm, stirring up gusts as she dashed across the racetrack. She became the wind—transcending the limits of her body and flying forward with boundless speed!

"..."

Inari One inhaled deeply as she felt the tempest beside her—Fujimasa March's raging momentum.

And in her eyes, that flicker of yearning grew ever stronger.

She was happy.

A friend running beside her.

A Trainer who truly cared for her.

A family that had always supported and encouraged her.

She wanted to win.

She had to win.

Saving stamina? Forget it.

Running techniques? Who cares?

Race strategy? Throw it out.

All she needed to do was run. Run and don't stop. Run until everyone else was left behind!

No one would be ahead of her. She would become the most incredible Uma Musume of all!

In her mind, her heart's lake rippled—bringing forth visions of familiar faces, eyes filled with hope and trust.

She was going to show them...

The pride of the Oi Uma Musume!

CRACK—!

BOOM!

It was like the shattering of glass. Inari One's heart exploded with sound, and that elusive power she'd sensed before suddenly became tangible—real!

She leaned forward slightly, like a beast ready to pounce—and then exploded with terrifying speed. She could feel flames bursting from her soul, wrapping her entire body in an invisible force!

From Kuroha and Fujimasa March's viewpoint, Inari One was no longer just a girl—she had become a beast. Her expression was wild and fierce, and a blazing fire erupted from her body like it was trying to consume the heavens!

[Domain Step Two: Passion State!]

Her very own domain.

Domain—Bonfire Fox's Cry!!!

It was as if she had merged with the racetrack itself. Every step shook the ground with the roar of thunder.

Their silhouettes crossed paths on the track. The speed was so intense that Kuroha could barely follow with his eyes.

The flames surging out from Inari One shattered Fujimasa March's storm. In an instant, she overtook her, and her powerful, aggressive legs kept widening the distance—

Two lengths!

Four lengths!

Six lengths!!

Slowly, Fujimasa March came to a halt. Hands on hips, she watched the rampaging Inari One continue to race down the track—and smiled softly.

Kuroha closed his notebook and chuckled as he looked at Inari One's back.

In the Heisei Era, the so-called "Eternal Big Three" of Uma Musume—yes, even adding Tamamo Cross into the mix—would no longer be a match for Inari One.

"Inari," he whispered, "you've become the most incredible Uma Musume out there."

...

Before long, the once fierce and dominating Inari One had collapsed on the ground like a dead fox.

She looked completely burnt out—one step away from dissolving into a pile of glowing embers.

"Hmm... I guess training her Passion State to be more controlled needs to go on the schedule soon too..."

Kuroha jotted down the conclusion in his notebook as he observed Inari One.

"But man, that second step of the domain... it's way too over the top."

He thought back to the moment when Inari One fully awakened—

It was like watching some Uchiha launching a Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame. The flames had almost engulfed a ten-meter radius around her!

Fujimasa March hadn't been injured—but even she had been forced to slow down by the sheer intensity of Inari One's pressure.

Just as the intel said: the second step of a domain allowed one's internal mental landscape to infect the domain's power, transforming it into a tangible, expanding force.

Compared to the "True Self State," this version was even more overwhelming.

Honestly, it even felt a bit like... Conqueror's Haki.

"Trainer! I'm exhausted!"

Inari One's voice came from the ground, her hand waving weakly in the air.

"Alright, alright, I got it," Kuroha laughed as he squatted down beside her and gave her soft, pale cheek a gentle pinch.

"Come to my Trainer's room with Fujimasa March tonight. I'll give you a nice massage."

With her dead-fish eyes, Inari One didn't resist Kuroha's somewhat intimate action. Instead, her mind flashed back to the meditations and emotional support he'd given her.

She tilted her head slightly and murmured, "Saying we're family and all... You're such a cheater..."

"Huh? What was that?"

"N-nothing at all!"

...

That night, in Kuroha's Trainer's Room.

Today's training had only lasted less than an hour, but it had been a brutal test of both mind and spirit for Fujimasa March and Inari One.

Their bodies might still have some stamina left—but mentally, they were completely drained.

So Kuroha had given them the day off.

With one condition: they had to come to his room for a massage session that night.

And thus, he heard—besides Fujimasa March—the restrained and suppressed breathing of yet another Uma Musume.

"Didn't expect you to make sounds like that, little Inari." Kuroha said curiously.

"Sh-shut up—ahh!!"

With a deep stroke to her thigh, Kuroha had activated the same technique that had once left Fujimasa March stuffing her head into a pillow—and now, Inari One flawlessly inherited the same strategy.

Today… was a fruitful day.

(End of Chapter)

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