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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [92]

“Ship-bro!”

Mizuno burst into tears of gratitude.

He never thought that after seeing his face, Gold Ship wouldn’t come to jump him, but instead… would want to protect him…

The false god: Fortune.
The true god: Ship-bro!

“Right, Master, there’s something I need to remi...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [91]

Ten minutes later, the school bus safely arrived at the boys’ secret dormitory.

After politely saying goodbye to Kaneshiro Takeru, Mizuno Sora went straight back to his own room.

But when Mizuno used his key to unlock the door, switched on the light, and brightened the pitch-dark room, what he saw before him mad...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [90]

After leaving the Student Council office, Trainer Mizuno headed straight for the school gate to wait for the next campus bus.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, not reading as usual, just staring blankly toward the distant shopping street.

He watched as senior Trainers were carried off into love hotels by their ow...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [89]

Rudolf’s words struck like a blade, stabbing straight into Trainer Mizuno’s heart.

“Ugh!” Mizuno collapsed to his knees, as if fatally wounded. Above his head appeared a glowing [KO].

He... had been defeated...

Mizuno had never imagined that President Rudolf would exploit his greates...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [88]

Student Council President’s office.

Ten minutes ago, Rudolf had turned off the lights and left. Now, she switched them on again and stepped back inside.

Trainer Mizuno laid Hayakawa-san gently on the guest bench, then stood before the president’s desk, facing Rudolf.

At this moment, Rudolf radiated a cru...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [87]

Tracen Academy, 7:00 p.m.

By this hour, most Uma Musume had already finished dinner, heading back to their dorms to rest—or dragging their Trainers out on dates (tragic).

Meanwhile, our Student Council President, Symboli Rudolf, had only just finished the day’s work and left the Council room.

Because of ...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [86]

“Trainer Mizuno, hurry...” Hayakawa-san urged, her gaze growing hazy.

She could have simply left—walked away and avoided breathing in any more of that scent.

But the fragrance was just too good. Too effective on Uma Musume. The more she inhaled, the deeper she sank. Not only unwilling to leave, but gradually...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [150]

Taking Eclipse out for a day was something Kitahara Sota had been planning since the middle of the month.

After all, though in theory it was a rare month-long vacation—

If he thought back carefully, he hadn’t actually had many free days at all.

And on the days he did, he mostly just holed up in his room....

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [149]

Although plenty had happened in between, by the time Kitahara Sota pulled himself out of work, both Special Week and Grass Wonder had already forced themselves back into some semblance of normalcy.

They had no choice. They’d already each made a move once, already spent their excuses.

If they went at it again, ev...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [148]

When the knocking came this time, Kitahara Sota didn’t panic or despair like before. In fact, he barely felt anything.

Not that he thought this situation was normal, or that there was no need to avoid others.

It was just—he’d already gone through this twice before.

Once strange, twice familiar… by th...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [147]

Under a certain someone’s bizarre maneuvers, this short dinner ended in a subtle, complicated atmosphere.

Even though Hayakawa Tazuna and Komata Hajime couldn’t stand each other—sparring fiercely in the middle, their clash sharp as needle against needle.

But now...

Looking at that man over there, compl...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [146]

In truth, Komata Hajime didn’t know what was going on between Kitahara Sota and Hayakawa Tazuna.

And not only her—because their previous operation needed to be kept secret, the rest of Kitahara Sota’s team was in the same position as Komata.

They knew that Kitahara had been busy with something during the hol...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [145]

After settling Grass Wonder’s matter, Kitahara Sota slipped back into his usual calm routine.

As for whatever followed on her side—he didn’t pay much attention.

In the end, that was between her and Special Week. Nothing to do with him.

And as a friend, as a trainer, he had already said what he could, d...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [144]

Some time later, Kitahara Sota’s dorm.

Because he felt this kind of thing wasn’t suitable to discuss in front of the others—

Kitahara thought it over, then used the excuse of “something Black Forest–related to handle,” and called Grass Wonder to his dorm.

Grass Wonder’s mood was visibly poor. 2025-08-22 11:36:07 +0000 UTC View Post

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [143]

Looking at Grass Wonder, slumped on the grass not far away, Kitahara Sota could sum up his feelings toward her in one phrase:

Pity her misfortune, rage at her incompetence.

That was the elegant way of putting it.

The plain way?

I gave you the chance, and you still blew it!

Same ...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [142]

No way.

When Kitahara Sota heard Manhattan Cafe’s words, he nearly blurted those two words out on the spot.

In truth, the reason the other Umas hadn’t gone for a straight confession was because they knew—once they asked this kind of question, the answer would be rejection.

And being rejected w...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [141]

When the knocking sounded from outside, not only did Kitahara Sota jolt in surprise, even Agnes Tachyon’s movements froze for a moment.

But after that brief pause, she continued—more serious, more intent than before, working hard to leave Kitahara no chance to make a sound.

As for Kitahara—knowing full well ...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [140]

After sending off Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka—who, for some reason, had started acting strangely—Kitahara Sota returned to his dorm.

As for Vodka’s odd behavior, Kitahara didn’t think much of it.

After all, at the end of the day, it was just a game ID. What problem could that cause?

And lately, since he�...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [139]

One minute later, Kitahara Sota’s dorm.

Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka sat a little stiffly across from Kitahara.

Beside them, Agnes Tachyon held her head, eyes brimming with tears.

Just a moment ago—right after Tachyon had dropped that god-tier nonsense line—Kitahara had smacked her with a forehead flick so ...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [138]

Ten minutes later, Kitahara Sota’s dorm room.

Kitahara stared at the obedient little Oguri Cap sitting before him, the lingering sweetness still clinging between his lips and teeth, his face full of melancholy.

What the hell was that supposed to be.

On the other side, Eclipse sat quietly, expressi...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [137]

After finishing with the Uma Musume hunter incident, Kitahara Sota returned to the academy.

His original thought was: hand the captured hunters to Tracen, let Kudou Kazuya chase down the buyers behind them. None of that had anything more to do with him. Which meant he could finally spend the rest of his break slacking o...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [136]

If time could be turned back to that exact moment when Eclipse held her back—and if Hayakawa Tazuna were given another chance to choose, then she would, without the slightest hesitation, step away.
Even if Kitahara Sota personally invited her, she would never, ever get into his car.

But time cannot be rewound.
T...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [135]

With the little nighttime episode over, time began flowing once again.

Kitahara Sota didn’t think much about it.

In his view, he had only handed Super Creek her Racing Outfits, given her a few reminders, and chatted a little along the way. Nothing worth remembering.

So he never noticed that, after that inc...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [134]

For Kitahara Sota, finding Nice Nature suddenly living in his dorm was no surprise at all.

Because in fact—already a few days ago, the day after her race—she had moved in. With his reluctant consent.

As for how...

Because Kitahara had agreed to her request, and Nice Nature wanted to act quickly, before a...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [133]

I have a friend.

Kitahara Sota glanced at the Chairwoman’s face—at best, the face of a middle-schooler—and gave a small nod.

Mm. A classic excuse.

Though he very much wanted to reply with, “There’s no one else here.” Or, “This friend you speak of... could it be yourself?�...