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One day they'll find her running deliveries and go *Wait, how is she even faster?!?!?!?!*
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One day they'll find her running deliveries and go *Wait, how is she even faster?!?!?!?!*
Shit. That reminds me, I need to do my laundry.
"Number one T M Megaton has the lead going into the first corner–oh what's this?! Number nine Steady Distance hugs the rails and slips past both T M Megaton and number three Meisei Opera!"
–before sliding past both of them along the rail as they lost speed accelerating sideways into the turn.
"Wooo! Go Steady!" Azuki and Matcha cheered again, hopping up and down with enough excitement that Shirogane could feel the floor vibrate slightly.
"It was a well executed maneuver," Shirogane concurred, folding her arms in thought as she watched. "But it's still early." And this set had plenty of late race threats.
"You know, now that I'm looking at it…" Taro began, glancing between Shirogane and the racetrack, her tail swishing to one side as she fired up her brain cells. "You like doing that too, don't you?"
–her slighter frame meant she could not contest her bulkier opponent's charge to the finish line.
The track was muddy from the melted snow, sticking to her shoes in a familiarly uncomfortable way. It had been bad enough that the racecourse staff had had some trouble getting the starting gate into position.
"Evidently you are well equipped to be a mud wrestler."
"Queeee–?! Ack!" The random comment made her lose control and start coughing, her brain trying to get enough oxygen to understand what her rival was saying.
"You have a lot of mud on your mask, by the way."
"Heh, I needed a bit of time away from all the ponies, but I don't mind seeing how the field's shaping up this year." She winked at him, one of her ears flicking playfully. "Pretty sure you get the sentiment, Kisuke-kun."
"So it's like that, huh?" He huffed, striding around the couch to plop himself down next to her, and Fuji again was struck by how similar they looked to each other. They might have been confused for twins if not for her being an uma and him not having the white streak of hair that never seemed to show up in humans for some reason. "Too much attention from your juniors for you?'
"About the Tracen runners, yeah," Fuji snorted, "but there are runners from other places involved too, so I don't have firsthand info about them, and sometimes they end up making it big too. It's also fun to see how much the talking heads get wrong."
"No, it doesn't look like it. Her times are not bad, but she's not nearly as dominant as Kurifuji, and lost to both Grass Wonder and El Condor Pasa already."
"Wait…am I reading this right? Her record is fourteen-four-ten-zero?! She's run four races this year already?!"
"Is it always like this?" Her brother wondered. "It sounds a bit…weird when they put things that way, kinda like my mom talking about the girls I know."
"Really?" Fuji tilted her head questioningly, "It sounds more like when they talk about athletes in general."
"Oh yeah…I don't really follow that either, so I didn't really know." Kisuke sat still for a moment, his train of thought derailed for a moment. "You know, my mom was wondering if you had a boyfriend or a husband."
"What?!" Fuji sputtered, spinning to face him. "Why would she care about that?!"
"Beats me," her half-brother shrugged, holding his hands up disarmingly. "Guess she really wants grandchildren."
"I don't see how either, but the immediate follow up was about whether I could ask you about whether any of your school brats would make a good wife." From the look on his face, Kisuke had not enjoyed that conversation. Fuji certainly wouldn't have.
They didn't usually talk about their family situation, because it was a bit…weird, like it often was in families that had a serious tradition of uma racing.
Sometimes it was unavoidable.
See how hard she works, how much she must press in the moment, how it takes a toll on her, all for victory-!Pressure built behind her eyes.
Her lungs burned, and her legs felt numb, but–
"The Condor has passed!"
Yes!
Shiro, BARELY losing to CONDOR in a SHORT DIRT RACE, and it's just casual easy breath as usual. Because mud and cold ain't no thang to the Silver Eagle."Evidently you are well equipped to be a mud wrestler."
"Queeee–?! Ack!" The random comment made her lose control and start coughing, her brain trying to get enough oxygen to understand what her rival was saying.
"You have a lot of mud on your mask, by the way."
"Noooo!" Why did you have to do that, Shiro?!
And good on Tensei for finding something besides the endless drudgery of the corporate lifestyle to shoot for.
The universe had to balance out her titanium legs and infinite stamina.On the outside again? Unfortunate track conditions again? Unreasonably tough lineup again? Shiro really can't catch a break... like ever huh?
I wonder if some of the racing families might be thinking about throwing sons at her to get those indestrustible legs into the bloodline. Getting sponsorships and patronage attached with rich bois trying to woo her would be pretty funny."Yeah, but she's got some indestructible legs," Fuji scoffed, ears flicking indignantly. "She's basically a pure stayer though, so with the shorter races for first years she doesn't look as impressive."
I wonder if some of the racing families might be thinking about throwing sons at her to get those indestrustible legs into the bloodline. Getting sponsorships and patronage attached with rich bois trying to woo her would be pretty funny.
Given that she's been right on number 1's heels in most of these races she probably would have won most of them outright in any other year. Her being one or two years older and going down in history as basically god-empress of the uma for hitting 14/0/0/0 (so far) could be a funny omake or something.Not only does she have infinite stamina and legs of steel, her speed is honestly no joke. The only reason she's perceived as slow as because she's competing with some of the greatest horses that had ever been seen.
Probably going to have some people going, "If only if she was born earlier/later, she would be been The Greatest of that generation."The only reason she's perceived as slow as because she's competing with some of the greatest horses that had ever been seen.
I honestly think Shirogane could actually care less about him. He had been a nonfactor for so long, both in this life and the later half of The Soldier's Life.