The Legend of Uma Jump

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about, you idiot?"

Air Groove was so exasperated by Zhou Yuang's remark that she almost laughed.

Was the Evil Spirit possessing you some purple, muscle-bound hunk?

She was about to ask Zhou Yuang what he was playing at, but then she noticed Manhattan Cafe beside him and froze.

They had been too far away earlier for Air Groove to recognize her.

Long, straight black hair was rare among Uma Musume, but it was hardly enough to make someone stand out.

A gray coat—or short hair—was the sort of rarity that caught the eye.

Manhattan Cafe and Sunday Silence were very different, but their similar looks made it easy to mistake one for the other at a glance.

The moment Air Groove saw Manhattan Cafe, she thought of Sunday Silence, the one they called a Ghost.

She also remembered all the things Sunday Silence had done to make her grit her teeth.

You've got to be kidding. Was what she did on the livestream not enough?!

I couldn't stop you during the livestream, but you dare pull this in real life too?

Do you think the Trainer has no Uma Musume by his side?

She turned toward Manhattan Cafe, ready to speak, but Oguri Cap stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Zhou Yuang.

Her arms locked around him like ropes. She pinned her ears back and glared fiercely at Manhattan Cafe.

She looked exactly like a big dog guarding its food... no, its master.

Clearly, the sight of Manhattan Cafe had reminded Oguri Cap of what Sunday Silence had done to Zhou Yuang before.

Memories of Sunday Silence and Manhattan Cafe flashed through Oguri Cap's mind like film on a projector, stirring up envy, jealousy, and frustration all at once.

At that moment,