In Tracen, I'm Good at Serving Prison Time

"Is that so? I thought you'd judge me like the other trainers."

"How did they judge you?"

Arrogant? Haughty? A flower untouched by mud?

"If you're interested, why don't you ask them yourself? Those words came from their mouths."

Takamine propped her chin on her hand, seemingly avoiding the question.

"You're right here in person. False words will always be false words. If you truly don't care, then there's no need for me to ask."

The false could never become true, and the true could never become false.

Zhou Yuang had always firmly believed in that principle. He had never changed his mind.

"And I'm curious, too. Has the world changed at all between who you were before your debut and who you became after retirement?"

Hearing that answer, Takamine couldn't help looking at Zhou Yuang again.

From the livestream at the very beginning to this moment, Takamine admitted that she could see through quite a few aspects of Zhou Yuang. Yet every time, this trainer managed to give her an interesting response.

Especially now. She was the one setting questions to test whether Zhou Yuang was worthy of her recognition, yet Zhou Yuang had straightforwardly tried to get closer to her.

This was indeed a method she could acknowledge. However, such behavior also meant he found the question too easy and wanted a more difficult one.

Since you like difficulty so much, then I'll give you some.

Hearing that, Takamine turned to look at Zhou Yuang and laughed without the slightest restraint.

"Trainer, would you like to hear a story? A story about an Uma Musume?"

"Is that friend of yours actually you?"

"...Yes."

I want to monopolize the radiance of that supreme treasure.

Once upon a time, there was an Uma Musume named Mejiro Takamine.

She was born