Unlike the chaos over at the Mejiro estate, Wuyou had already fallen into deep sleep.
And yet…
Something was off.
When Wuyou opened his eyes again, everything around him was pure white.
He himself was sitting cross-legged on a white sofa.
But… how was he even opening his eyes?!
It wasn't that he couldn't open them—rather, two years of living blind had drilled a habit into him: even after waking up, he still kept his eyes shut.
And this space… it felt impossibly vast—so wide it stretched beyond sight.
As if, apart from the sofa he was sitting on, nothing else existed at all.
No—wait!
Wuyou instantly sensed it—
Three overwhelmingly strong, tyrannical presences right behind him!
Gwaaah—!!! A master—!!!
He whirled around.
And there they were: three huge horse girls, dressed in way too much fabric.
Their auras, their dominant colors, even their faces and outfits—everything about them was completely different.
The red one had bronzed skin and looked fiery and uninhibited.
Arms folded over the sofa's backrest, she leaned in close, smiling so brightly her face nearly pressed against Wuyou's.
The blue one radiated a gentleness even more all-embracing than Super Creek.
Left hand brushing her cheek, right hand propping her left elbow, she watched Wuyou with a soft smile.
The yellow one was far harsher—like a soldier—with a scar over her right eye.
Arms crossed, she didn't bother hiding her sharp, cutting aura. But the way she looked at Wuyou was complicated—anger tangled together with a hint of embarrassment.
Wuyou thought to himself: And which one of you is supposed to be who…?
And this lineup… how do you even describe it… it kind of looked like—
one white and five blacks…
"So… who exactly are you three?" Wuyou cleared his throat and tested the waters.
The red-haired horse girl gave a playful grin, reached out, and tapped the tip of his nose with her index finger.
"Well, well, little guy—back then you were all over the three of us, touching us for ages, and now you're saying you don't recognize us? How heartless."
Wuyou's brain was still sludge, but the black-haired horse girl in the yellow jacket snapped coldly—
"Hmph. You innately evil radish-spirit brat! I'll—"
"Alright, alright" the blue-haired horse girl hurriedly smoothed things over. "He didn't know better. Back then it was curiosity"
After listening to this for a while, Wuyou was even more confused.
No joke—he'd been famous since childhood for being polite and well-mannered in every village for miles.
Let alone putting his hands on women—if anything, women put their hands on him all the time. His foster-sister Nasse Fumino had done it more than once.
Besides, today was his first time meeting these three horse girls. How could he possibly—
…Wait.
Suddenly, a scene rose in his mind: climbing the Three Goddess statues.
If you called that "touching everything"…
Then yeah.
He really had.
He'd even touched that place…
No way?!
A flash of white light speared through his temple, and an utterly absurd idea took shape.
Seeing his expression, the red-haired horse girl folded her arms and teased, "Aww~ looks like you finally remembered."
With the blue one's coaxing, the yellow-jacketed one barely managed to calm down.
She stepped forward, aura like a blade, and declared—
"Listen up, brat. The three standing before you are the real deal."
"The authentic—"
"Uma Musume Three Goddesses!"
…
Uma Musume.
Girls who inherit brilliant names, born to run.
According to legend, Uma Musume had three great progenitors, known as the Three Goddesses.
All of the horse girls' abnormal strength originated from them.
Even Wuyou—despite being a fairy—had believed it was all just myth.
And now?
The Three Goddesses themselves were standing right in front of him!
The red-haired horse girl, symbol of Courage—
Darley Arabian.
The blue-haired horse girl, embodiment of Emotion—
Godolphin Arabian.
The black-haired horse girl, meaning Discipline—
Byerley Turk.
Even calm, levelheaded Wuyou couldn't help swallowing.
If he were a horse girl… he'd probably be so excited he'd kneel and worship on the spot.
After introductions, the three goddesses stopped posing behind the sofa and sat down beside him.
Darley Arabian arched a brow. "So, kid—surprised? We're the real thing~"
Wuyou tried to process the shock of it all. After a beat, he scratched his head, then simply flopped back against the sofa.
"…What are you doing?" Darley Arabian asked, startled by how much he looked like he'd given up.
Wuyou closed his eyes, wearing the expression of someone who'd decided nothing mattered anymore.
"The Three Goddesses came to see me personally… so you're obviously here to deliver divine punishment over me 'getting handsy' back then, right? I've got nothing to say. Please, just do it."
"But I need to clarify one thing! I was genuinely just curious! And I was only touching the statues to seriously inspect their artistic structure!"
Darley Arabian froze for a second—then burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.
But sitting a bit farther away, Byerley Turk's face flashed with embarrassed irritation.
Once Darley finished laughing, she leaned closer—so close Wuyou could feel the warmth of her breath.
"Artistic structure? You liar~ When you touched that place, you hesitated for ages~"
Wuyou's ears burned red. He waved his hands frantically.
"That was to confirm the material! And besides, Goddess Byerley Turk looked especially imposing back then—I was completely respectful! Totally reverent!"
Byerley Turk stomped hard on the floor. Her heavy black military boot struck with a thunderous boom.
"Heh… what, do you want me to praise your diligence and thirst for knowledge?"
"Uh… that really won't be necessary."
"You—!"
"Okay, okay" Godolphin Arabian stepped in again, still smiling gently. "Xiao You is still young. Don't scare him"
Byerley Turk exhaled and muttered, "He only dares talk like this because you're here."
Wuyou instantly shrank his neck.
…Honestly?
She wasn't wrong.
Godolphin Arabian covered her mouth and chuckled, then spoke in a warm, soothing tone.
"Alright, enough teasing. Xiao You—there's a reason we've appeared before you. It's something important."
Her smile slowly faded, worry surfacing in her gaze.
Wuyou straightened, his expression turning serious. "Please tell me. Though… I can roughly guess."
"…It's about being a trainer, isn't it?"
All three of them showed surprise. They exchanged looks, then nodded.
But after that… they didn't say another word for a long moment.
Especially the red and blue ones—they looked conflicted, like they couldn't bear to speak, and turned pleading eyes toward the last goddess.
Byerley Turk let out a long sigh and stood.
She walked up to Wuyou. In her wine-red eyes, his reflection trembled faintly.
Then she spoke:
"Wuyou… we're here to advise you—"
"Give up becoming a trainer."
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