"Kuh!"
The young man decided to take a nice walk to try to calm himself down. He has no way of refunding these stupid skills, so he is pretty much stuck with them for his entire life. He can only imagine how much harder his life will be if he is stuck with these skills when he hasn't even reached the middle of his life yet.
"Sigh… What did I ever do to deserve this?"
The young man replayed his previous life to find out if he ever sinned so greatly that he is getting this kind of life. He never killed or scammed anyone, so why is he suffering in this life? He doesn't mind being reborn in this world, but he prefers to be an NPC that doesn't get himself in any sort of trouble.
Is it my punishment for not being a religious person? Is that it, my previous God? I promise you that I'll spend all day of my new life worshiping you if you return me to your world.
"Ah!! Watch out!!"
"Hmm?"
The young man instinctively makes himself parallel to the wall to avoid any sort of collision. Thank Goddesses, he does so because the next moment, an umamusumes with bob-cut short brown hair whizzed in front of him. He would've gotten hit by the running train if he had been even a millisecond late.
"Ah!! Sorry!! I'm truly sorry!!"
"There's no need for that. You didn't hit me at all."
"Ah!! Thank Goodness!! I'm Tsurumaru Tsuyoshi… Mmm… Mister?"
"Yes, I'm Mister Igo Heita. A rookie trainer."
The umamusume's purple eyes look at the person in front of her with absolute confusion on her face. She has heard of the trainer named Igo Heita, but the figure doesn't fit the rumors.
He stood like a shadow carved from steel and neon, a figure wrapped in mystery. The long, dark coat he wore was more than clothing—it was a fortress of fabric, stitched with pockets, zippers, and hidden compartments that hid thousands of secrets. Teal and orange accents pulsed faintly along its seams, like veins of light running through the darkness, hinting at technology woven into every thread. The hood concealed most of his head, casting his features into obscurity, while the visor erased identity altogether, leaving only the impression of a presence both human and machine.
"You… don't look like the rumors?"
"They exaggerated those. Don't worry about it. Let's focus on why you're running in the hallway. You might hit someone, you know?"
"Ah… Ahahahaha… Sorry!! Please don't tell President Rudolph about this!!"
"That depends on your answer. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Well… I want to train too!! Everyone is training, and I just feel pumped out about it."
"I see… Then tell your trainer to keep you on a leash. You could seriously hurt someone."
"About that… I haven't been scouted by anyone yet…"
"...Sorry about that."
"Don't worry!! I'm sure I will—COUGH!! COUGH!!"
"Calm yourself down, kid. You'll scare everyone if you keep coughing like that."
"Ahahaha!! You're right!! Sorry about almost hitting you!! See you!!"
"See… you…"
The young man watches as the brown-haired umamusume grows distant and distant. He can't help but be saddened that the forgotten member of the Golden Generation got left out in this world as well.
Sigh… Do I really need to do something here? Can't any of these trainers grow a spine and take a challenge instead of picking the easy way out?
I can't invite her into my team as I already have plenty in my table, but I can't exactly leave her as she is. She won't be getting any trainer anytime with her sickness scaring everyone.
"Sigh… Fine…"
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"We gotta fix that appetite o' yours, Oguri."
A minuscule umamusume with long gray hair and an extremely thick Kansai Dialect yells at her fellow gray-haired. A Ribbon of red and blue on her head swayed with her every step, with the tip almost grazing the floor.
"But it's not broken, Tama."
"That ain't what I'm sayin', idiot!"
The gray-haired fatty slow and small brain, couldn't catch up to what the little one was saying since every single nutrient somehow disappeared inside her body. Both of them have spent their weekend strolling through the market to buy some stuff, with the fatter of the two eating most of it.
"Good grief! We gotta find you a boyfriend to take care o' you. 'Cause I sure ain't doin' it!!"
The pair walks down a hallway toward a certain room where the mini gray's trainer is waiting for them. She and Tama made a promise beforehand to meet so Tama could hand her some of her groceries. They're childhood friends after all. This is what they have done since they were little.
"So, how do you think, Senior Masami? Isn't she just around your area of speciality?"
"You're way scarier than the rumor said, Igo Heita. To even know Tama's stats to that degree."
"!!"
Tamamo quickly hid beside the door and stopped herself and the fatty from entering the room. Before the fatty could ask her what they're doing, the smaller gray shoved a carrot down her mouth.
"It's kinda hard not to know about The White Lightning, no? Her measurement is all over the internet."
"Oooh~~ Is that so? Even her BWH measurement is on the internet?"
"No, I see them for myself."
The hell's that supposed to mean!?!? What d'you mean you've seen my BWH measurements yourself?! I ain't never shown it to nobody!!
Tamamo was about to crash out and barge through the door from the comment. She had to be content with biting the Fatty's head to calm herself down. For the Fatty, it feels ticklish.
"You're one hell of a riot, I tell you that. But to raise another trainee as my own… It's kinda hard… I already have Tamamo under my care."
"So that Chibi is a handful to take care of, huh?"
I don't even know who you are!! Why're you talkin' bad about me?! And how could you go and suggest somethin' like that, Komi!?!
The Chibi was about to erupt from pent-up frustration. She grips the Fatty's body, trying her best to twist the latter to calm herself down. Once again, the Fatty didn't register the Chibi's effort and just felt the tickle.
"Then how about if Tamamo isn't your trainee anymore?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if I get in a relationship with her and impregnate her so she has to drop out of Tracen and Central racing?"
"HOW COULD YOU GO AN' SUGGEST SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT!?!"