Chapter 241 NO.4: Solo. Spiral Chase Song

The sound of music.

While practicing spiritual energy cultivation, Manchester Teahouse often hears a piece of music in the half-dreaming and half-awake spiritual sense.

What follows next to that kind of music is a dream.

She goes on a long chase.

That kind of pursuit is hopeless at first.

If you can't see the target, you don't know what you are chasing.

The beautiful song has ended, and she will realize that it was not a song for herself.

The will to move forward gradually faded away, I gradually lost sight of the front, and lost the will to run.

So she lost weight day by day.

New horse battle, azalea viewing, failed twice.

He is clearly a practitioner of the Spiritual Spirituality, but he seems to have transformed into a wandering spirit.

But the music will still sound.

The run will also continue.

If you ask what is different, it is that during the cultivation period, I met different "friends" from the past.

As we all know, Manchester City Teahouse is a child who is not very good at socializing.

The 'friends' she calls are often amazing ghosts, but this time, the 'friend' who calls herself 'SS' is not so lifeless.

Rather, it is like the living soul of a living person, and he has a special rapport with her. After talking with her and being enlightened by her, the weight that was suddenly lost in the Manchester Teahouse also recovered little by little during the training period.

And that chase began to change.

The scene changes to a spiral chase on the Ferris wheel.

Running back and forth with that ghostly figure.

Turn, rise, turn, fall.

My thoughts kept going back and forth, and before I knew it, I was on top of the colorful 'gears'.

She didn't win, but she wanted to win.

So two weeks later, she stood on that track.

Furano Special Race, grass field, 3500m, weather: sunny, racecourse condition: good.

There, I saw ‘her’ at the Manchester Cafe.

Like a real racing girl, she stood in front of the gate, winked at herself, and then made a gesture of getting ready to start.

The familiar music also sounded.

You can see her back.

Only her back can be seen.

Running desperately, facing the swaying back.

It's as if all consciousness has been stirred, diluted, reconstructed, and turned into a gear just for catching up with the opponent, embedded in the Ferris wheel.

Who am I and why am I running...

Such thoughts gradually became blurred.

On such a track, whether it is cheering or roaring, all the noise will go away.

In this chaotic world, only the road chasing her is silent and dreamy like silk.

There is no doubt that at that moment, I had left the whole world behind.

I'm chasing you.

Always, it’s just you——!

"アナタヲオイカケテ"/The shape of the king

With that ultimate pursuit of pursuit, Manchester City Teahouse, which had not concentrated on the grass for a long time, still moved uphill as steadily and swiftly as a famous mountain climber.

"Mountaineer"

An orange glow emerged from the side of the black shadow trampling on the grass. She looked at the empty track, as if there was an angry black shadow leading the way.

"Get started"/good at catching up

The desire to catch up emerged in her heart, and she took a step further, reaching the front end of the same level in the astonished vision of the cyber horse girl.

[Physical examination showed no abnormality in the field of vision, but at that moment...]

The violent sprint seemed to control the will of the entire field, and the dark figure that shook the grass field - Miura Bourbon was convinced that he saw such an awe-inspiring figure.

Witnessing such a shocking scene, even the cybernetic horse girl was slightly down. No matter how precise the logic is, it has to operate in a comprehensible world. When the impact of the unknowable realm comes, her mind goes blank and she can only grasp

Make use of the little information you know.

【…The ghosts of the teahouse team members?】

Whatever it is, that's the end of it.

The end has arrived.

Miura Bourbon, who lost the opportunity to explode under the shock of the black shadow, could only cross the line at the same level as the opponent, followed by Eri Taoko who arrived two seconds later.

The last one turned to look at Omo who was holding a stopwatch on the side, ran over and opened his arms, with a fake cry on his face that was used as a foil for running side by side: "What's going on this time? Mr. Guinea Pig~"

"Don't be sad, you see Bourbon is still confused after losing." Homare raised his hand, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and pressed it against the opponent's palm, avoiding the false and ulterior hug.

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"Is this why you asked Sunday Peace to come over?"

As he passed by, Tachyon asked in a low voice.

"It's an unexpected surprise, let's wait and see." Omo said indifferently.

Showing her the fixed stopwatch in his other hand, Homais walked up to Bourbon.

"Come back to your senses and look at your results."

As if treating an old electrical appliance, Omer patted Bourbon's head gently, and then handed the stopwatch to the maroon horse girl.

The effect of this 'restart' was obvious. She stood up straight again, but her breathing still needed to calm down.

"Sorry, Mater."

"There's nothing to be sorry for. The training has just begun." Omo said calmly, noticing that her eyes were looking towards the teahouse.

There, the Manchester City Tea House was being greeted by Sunday Serenity. After receiving the mineral water from the latter, he seemed to have heard some extremely exciting news, and his eyes were a little brighter.

"Take a rest for a while, run again, I will accompany you" or something like that, even if they eavesdrop unintentionally, the ears of the devil and the horse girl are really sharp.

And looking at the Sunday Serenity, who looked very similar to the teahouse team members, Miura Bourbon couldn't help but recall the dark shadow he saw at that moment.

"Master..." She couldn't help but speak, even though she hadn't calculated what to say next in her mind.

But only trying to inform some strange ideas is reserved, but where to start?

Whether it was her own negligence in not using her innate skills, or the vision she had when the teahouse team members were running... She wanted to ask questions related to the teahouse team members, but before that, the Master had already raised his hand.

Once again, he patted her head gently:

"Rest first," Omer said, taking out a bottle of mineral water from his briefcase and handing it to her, "You can see the answer to the question directly later."

"Okay, Master."

"By the way, Bourbon, take this first." He said, waving towards Yutaka Nishizaki.

The latter immediately jogged over and handed him something like a light walkie-talkie, which he took and stuffed into Bourbon's hand.

"Try pressing a few keys?"

"? Anticipating the possibility of damage, it is recommended to stop trying."

The screen of Miura Bourbon's mobile phone is still cracked, and seeing the screen on the instrument is somewhat psychological.

"Just press it if you are asked. It's not like Guinea Pig doesn't know your situation." Ali Soko, who was holding a mineral water bottle, said from the side.

She has been very good to bourbon recently. After coming into contact with Yamato Chiji, Omer somewhat doubted whether this was a meal replacement behavior.

Of course, this is just a wild guess. It is rare for Omer to make an unfounded guess, so there is no need to care about it.

After listening to Tachyon's words, Bourbon glanced at Omer, then buried his head and pressed the button above casually.

When she handed it back, she asked: "Master, what is this?"

"The tester researched by the Wild Time Association," Omer said lightly, "For those researchers, fate is not an ethereal thing. Based on their long-term experience in dealing with the situation of the horse racing girl, they even figured out this kind of machine.

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"It just doesn't necessarily work," explained Yutaka Nishizaki, who did not go back. "Instruments may malfunction, let alone instruments that detect fate."
To be continued...