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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [146]

“Him?”

At that moment, a dangerous aura spread from the Empress. She rose slowly, every muscle in her legs taut, as if she might leap forward the very next second.

If there had been a danger meter beside her, its bar would be spiking—shooting up, rocketing, exploding, enough to ...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [145]

The Empress, Vice President of Tracen’s Student Council, Symboli Rudolf’s right arm.

She wore sleek, shoulder-length hair, a yellow ribbon tied at her left ear. Her face was austere, her eyes stern beneath light orange shadow, like a queen who looked down on all.

Her mother had be...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [144]

“Go see the Empress?” Symboli Rudolf froze, her expression turning serious. “Today?”

“Yeah.” Mizuno nodded.

“…I see. Alright then, no problem.” Rudolf didn’t reject it, didn’t question it, but directly agreed. “Then this afternoon, let’s go see her.”

...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [143]

Noon, male Trainers’ secret dormitory.

Just having come back from Tracen Academy, Mizuno was clutching his faintly aching kidney, dragging himself wearily up the dorm stairs toward his room.

This kidney pain wasn’t the result of some Uma Pyoi that had drained him, but a kind of ph...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [142]

Uma Pyoi?!”

The words exchanged between Rice Shower and Mizuno instantly made some of the “slightly” more knowledgeable Uma around them snap to attention.

For new Uma, the word Uma Pyoi might still be unfamiliar, something they didn’t quite understand. But...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [141]

A few rejoice, a few grieve.

Daisy, who could see her own yasashii Trainer every day and stick to him nearly every moment, could, under the envious gazes of the other Uma, happily hook her arm through Kaneshiro Takeru’s and head to class, showing off her Trainer to her classmates.

B...

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Trapped in Honkai: Integrated Strategies [20]

“Potential? You mean in terms of manipulating and storing Honkai energy?”

[You could put it that way.]
[After all, the system’s Elite Promotion only grants the strongest possible abilities. But as you noticed after your first promotion—having an abili...

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Trapped in Honkai: Integrated Strategies [19]

“You’re… the guest Himeko-sensei mentioned?” Mei asked uncertainly.

“Mhm. To be precise, I’m your future new roommate.” Lyra pushed open the door and gestured to them. “Come on in already, what are you doing standing outside?”

“Waaah, so it really is a new...

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Trapped in Honkai: Integrated Strategies [18]

“And here too—this patch of bushes, students often hide here. For example, my truant niece. She’s only been here a month and already skipped class four or five times.”

“Every time she skips, she runs over here to hide. I still don’t know why.”

“Maybe because the sunlig...

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Trapped in Honkai: Integrated Strategies [17]

“I know.”

To Himeko’s surprise, even Theresa had considered this point.

“Himeko, I may not be the brightest, but after being by Grandpa’s side for so long, my experience and judgment are enough to make up for it.”

“Then why would you still…”

“Am I suppo...

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Trapped in Honkai: Integrated Strategies [16]

As the transport slowly docked onto the deck of the Hyperion, Lyra at last set foot on the battleship that had accompanied her through so many years.

Once the aircraft steadied, she followed in Himeko’s footsteps, hopping down and heading toward the bridge.

“Come on. Across the de...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [140]

While Mizuno’s spirit was still a guest in Fortune’s room, in the corridor of Tracen’s teaching building, Rice Shower was cradling his collapsed body, calling to him again and again.

Because she knew Onii-sama didn’t like standing out in public, she leaned close, lips nearly at his ...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [139]

He didn’t know how long it had been before Mizuno’s consciousness finally clawed its way out of the dark mire and returned to wakefulness.

When he opened his eyes, he found he wasn’t in the corridor of the teaching building, nor in some pitch-black basement. Instead, he was in a room ...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [138]

“Hss...”

Mizuno’s hiss of cold air wasn’t loud, so none of the surrounding Umas noticed his presence.

Now he finally understood why Hayakawa-san had warned all Trainers never to enter the teaching building alone. It was to keep them from being forcefully paired by the academy...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [137]

Tracen Academy teaching building.

Newbie Trainer Kaneshiro Takeru walked down the corridor, happily holding the hand of his charge, the Uma girl Daisy. A boy and girl walking hand in hand was rare here—and the sight drew the eyes of every Uma in the hall.

“Look! An Uma’s brought...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [136]

Mizuno pushed along the sulking Tokai Teio, finally leaving behind the terrifying Uma dormitory.

Inside the dorm, Mizuno had constantly caught faint, distant screams, half-real, half-illusory. Only after leaving the range of the dorms did those sounds fade away.

Maybe it was just hall...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [135]

“Guh...” The disappearance of Mizuno’s scent made Tokai Teio feel uneasy.

Like how a snapped fishing line must be replaced with something stronger, or a broken necklace swapped for a sturdier chain—so too did Teio urgently want to leave an even thicker scent on Mizuno, just to calm ...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [134]

Though Top Gun didn’t understand why Mizuno had crawled across the floor only to crawl back again, nor why he suddenly looked so dejected now, that didn’t stop her from continuing to chat with this strangely interesting Trainer.

“Trainer-san?” Top Gun leaned forward, her curious eye...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [133]

“Trainer Mizuno, you sit here and chat with Top Gun for a bit. I’ll go take a shower first.”

Tokai Teio enthusiastically dragged Mizuno—who had been trying to sneak out at the doorway—back into the room. With both hands she pressed down on his shoulders, forcing him to sit on her ...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [132]

Even though Mizuno resisted with all his might, struggling desperately to escape, Tokai Teio’s will was ironclad. She clamped onto his arm and, before the overwhelming difference in strength between Uma and human, Mizuno had no chance to resist. He was dragged, inch by inch, into Tokai Teio’s...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [131]

“Teio! Stop it! You’re going to rub my clothes to shreds!”

“Eh?” Hearing Mizuno’s shout, Tokai Teio froze for a second, her mind flashing with possibilities.

If she kept rubbing like this, wouldn’t she wear Trainer Mizuno’s clothes down to tatters?
And then wouldn...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [130]

Early morning. While her roommate Mayano Top Gun still dreamed sweetly, Tokai Teio woke as always. After a quick wash, she slipped into her tracksuit and stepped out of the dorm room.

At the dorm entrance, she gazed at the sun just rising on the horizon. Her ears twitched, she drew in a dee...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [129]

Riiiing—

In the morning, the alarm clock rang. Trainer Mizuno stirred awake, groggily reaching out for his phone to shut it off.

But instead of finding the phone, his hand brushed against something cool and soft... the cheek of some girl.

He didn’t panic. Of course ...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [128]

Trainer Mizuno originally thought that after Symboli Rudolf confirmed she was staying the night, things would go the same as before: she’d order him to keep massaging her, and while he massaged, she’d suddenly pin him down, and before he knew it his chastity would be gone. With no one around ...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [127]

After Gold Ship was taken away, Symboli Rudolf gave Trainer Mizuno no chance to escape. She shut the door, locked it, then gently scooped the despairing Mizuno off the floor and tossed him onto the bed.

She leaned in over him, knee pressing between his legs, one hand pinning his shoulder, t...

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [126]

The secret boys’ dorm, normally forbidden to girls—especially Uma—contained not one but two Uma today.

Respected Student Council President Symboli Rudolf stood inside Trainer Mizuno’s room, arms crossed, her peaceful smile laced with hidden killing intent as she gazed at the man and...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [190]

“A second... Ruler?”

Shirou tilted his head slightly, puzzled. He admittedly wasn’t well-versed in the details of the Holy Grail War, but he quickly thought of a solution.

“Maybe we could ask Darnic later. He seems to be the organizer of this Grail War, so he might know...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [189]

“I suppose that’s exactly the kind of answer expected from a saint, huh?”

Shirou smiled softly at Jeanne. Interacting so closely with someone straight from the pages of history had given him a deeper insight into just what sort of person Jeanne truly was.

“No,” Jeanne...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [188]

“Hm?”

Noticing Shirou Emiya’s gaze, Jeanne turned toward him curiously.

“Is there something on my face? Why are you smiling at me?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Shirou quickly waved his hand, dismissing her concern.

“Are you sure?”

However, hi...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [187]

Jeanne touched her stomach gently. Although she didn’t yet feel hungry, she hadn’t eaten anything at all yesterday. She definitely needed food today.

Otherwise, that incident might repeat itself.

Remembering it, Jeanne felt her cheeks grow warm and quickly stole a ...

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