A domain—that was what a true domain was.
Once it unfolded.
Any kind of terrain or environment could appear.
There could even be more domains, each holding its own against the others.
One second it was a snowy field; the next, it was the sea.
All kinds of things interlaced.
All kinds of things crushed against one another!
If you asked whether they were being a little too outrageous.
Well, not really.
After all, seventy or eighty percent of the people on the Ark had embarked on the Herrscher Project.
Even those without the qualifications... could obtain superhuman abilities resembling those of a little Superman through various means.
Even if a tiger looked extremely frightening.
As long as I could swat it to death with one slap, then the tiger would be nothing more than a kitten. Nothing to worry about.
Right?
That said.
The Uma Musume girls simply didn't like fighting.
But if they really did fight... those legs of theirs could probably kick quite a few weaklings to death.
There was no way we could really treat them like ferocious beasts in a circus and point at them from the sidelines.
So in reality, most of them were more like athletes engaged in competitive sports, taking part in competitions and presenting their best performances to the audience.
Gradually, gradually...
The Uma Musume girls became more or less like physical education students at a university sports meet.
I wouldn't say they had monopolized every event on the Ark.
But at the very least... they were absolutely permanent fixtures.
There was no question about it.
There were still plenty of Uma Musume familiar to Little Griseo.
Those from previous generations, the current generation, or perhaps future generations.
All of them!
Little Griseo remembered that when she had projected herself back