As previously stated, The Dream Series is the next step Uma takes after dominating the Twinkle Series. The Umas racing here are considered to be legendary in the Twinkle Series. Silence Sunday, Deep Impact, King Kamehameha, and more. Each of those names used to dominate the Twinkle Series during their time and is now fighting in a single series. Lines of teams preparing their Umas for the race remind the young man of an F1 race. Some divisions focus on making sure the Umas' shoes are comfortable, some make sure the Umas' racing wear isn't too tight, and there are even more divisions that the young man couldn't even start to comprehend.
"Quite the fancy outfit you have there, Ramonu."
"Ufufufu~~ I'm here as a visitor, not a runner, Rudolph. You, yourself, why are you wearing your race wear?"
"Ahahaha… It just doesn't feel right for me to come to a race course without wearing this."
The three people in the VIP room are sitting on throne-like seats, with the young man between the 2 girls. The Umas outside are being introduced by the announcer, hyping up today's race. The atmosphere erupts as the Umas walk out of their racing teams' booth and enter the gate.
"I guess it's just my wishful thinking to be able to join the Umas below."
"Perhaps it won't be mere wishful thinking anymore."
"!!"
Rudolph snaps her head toward Ramonu, and the supermodel only signals to observe the young man. Rudolph shifted her gaze toward the young man who had all of his attention toward the race. His expression was the expression of cockiness. Of pure confidence. An expression of someone who has no self-doubt.
Is he… not intimidated?
Trainers' first reaction upon seeing this stage is mostly awe, then fright, and then gratitude. They are in awe of the talents and abilities of all the Umas racing. Then they feel fear, imagining how to defeat these monsters and not finding any possible answer. And lastly, they're grateful that they won't meet any of them in the Twinkle Series. That is how most trainers will react, but this man was different.
So this is what you want to show me, huh? You shitty three goddesses!! You want to break my will now, do you?! Showing how far I have to climb!! Showing how delusional I'm with my revenge!! Showing the end walls that protect yourself!! WELL, TOO FUCKING BAD!!! I know that my path isn't an easy one, you dumbasses!! You already got me down, you shouldn't have kicked me!
The young man had his [Truth Seeing Eyes] this entire time, scanning through the racers' stats and skills. The lowest stat level is UC, and the highest is UA. The gap between the Twinkle Series and the Dream Series is far beyond what the young man had earlier thought, and he hasn't even considered the Umas under his care. He will need to do a lot of work if he ever wants his revenge to bear fruit.
"ALL RUNNERS, ON YOUR MARKS!!!"
"SET!!!"
*BAAAAAAAM*
In a single blink of a moment, multiple monster Umas burst forward from their gates. Their entire body turned into a blur of color as the first battle of the race began. Skills activation sounds deafening to the young man's hearing as the monsters keep activating more and more early race skills. Green and orange skills pop up above the racers' heads as they fight for their preferred positions.
The course length for this particular race is 4800 meters, a medium-length race in the Japan Dream Series. That kind of length doesn't even register under a normal Twinkle Series. But that is simply what was needed in the Twinkle Series, so it doesn't end in the blink of an eye.
"ALL RUNNERS ARE ENTERING THEIR PREDICTED POSITIONS!! BUT EVEN SO!! FIGHTS ARE STILL HAPPENING BETWEEN THE UMAS!!"
"The feeling of complacency can be quite deadly in such a fierce race where everything is calculated! Everyone is eyeing the right moment to strike!! To make their moves!! To dominate the race!!"
Their cruising speed is around the same speed as Teio's final stretch. Teio has to think that the entire course was just one big homestretch course if she ever wants to keep up with the crowd.
"A little bit of movement in the center of the pack!! Number 12 is moving forward past number 2!! Number 6 is being overtaken by number 8!! Number 9 is making her move!!"
The announcer couldn't risk calling any of the names, or they might risk missing an important move. With how intense the Umas are going at it, no one can ever predict when any of them will start their move. A small, insignificant push might be what determines who's the winner of this race, and a flashy finishing kick might be just a fluke to rushed opponents. Nobody can know for sure.
As the young man's focus is entirely on the race, the Umas next to him couldn't get their eyes off of him. His smiles, his eyes, his expression, his air, all of him do not befit a rookie trainer. He was hungry to win. He was hungry for success. He looks at the monsters running in front of him as if they weren't impossible mountains, but mere footsteps on his stairs.
In their vision, the white part of the young man's eyes had turned dark from desire. His crimson eyes burn like the sun from the flame deep within his heart. His smile opens wide, shining his sharp canine teeth like a hungry predator. His fingers dig into the armrests of his chairs, testing their sturdiness from how hard he was gripping his hands.
"Gulp…"
Rudolph imagines the young man's long canine teeth around her neck. Feeling his hot breath washing her soft skin. Feeling his fingers digging into her meat, stopping her from escaping. Having his vision strips her bare of everything. In front of this man, every piece of clothing Rudolph was wearing felt invisible.
And yet, Rudolph wants nothing but just that. To have her body bare to him. To have him see every inch of her body. To have his eyes scan through her. To have him dominate her.
Look at me, please…