Trainer Chiya froze for a long while. After translating the words in his head, he finally understood what she meant.
This person was my mom's junior?
"Northern Dancer told me her son would be coming to Paris Tracen Academy. Please forgive me. Something came up, so I couldn't come to welcome you right away."
"It's fine, it's fine…"
Trainer Chiya waved his hands repeatedly.
He knew his mother had graduated from Tracen in America, but he had not expected to meet one of her juniors in France. Judging by the way she spoke, her relationship with his mother seemed fairly good.
"By the way, Trainer Chiya, did you perhaps inherit Northern Dancer's legacy? Your running speed is wonderful. If you trained for a while longer, you would definitely become an incredible uma musume."
"No, I don't want to become an uma musume."
"Is that so? What a pity…"
Trainer Chiya cleared his throat.
"My mother was in your care. I'm not facing any particular difficulties here, so there's no need to trouble you, Miss Montjeu."
"Actually, Northern Dancer took care of me often in the past. I would also like to repay her kindness. If you ever run into a problem you can't solve, you're welcome to come find me anytime."
"Understood. Then I'll return to training first, Miss Montjeu."
Trainer Chiya waved to her and left.
Watching the man's back, Montjeu showed a look of interest.
Northern Dancer's genes were actually this powerful. Even her son could run like this.
Senior truly was amazing!
Two hours later, Trainer Chiya stopped running.
His physical habits were different from Shirayuki's. After removing the habit of tensing the top of his foot when lifting his leg, he actually ran more lightly.
It seemed his theory had not been wrong. The problem really was there.
Just as Trainer Chiya was taking notes, several middle-aged men with thick beards and glasses gathered around him. They stood beside him and excitedly said something, but he could not understand their language at all. He could only awkwardly shake his head and find a chance to leave.
"Onii-sama!"
On the way back to the dorm, Trainer Chiya ran into Rice Shower, who had come to meet him. She was carrying a large pile of snacks in her arms.
"Rice, did you buy all of these?"
"Everyone gave them to Rice. Everyone here is very kind!"
There were still biscuit crumbs at the corner of Rice Shower's mouth.
It seemed the proper way to handle a cute little creature was universal across the world: head pats and feeding.
Trainer Chiya wiped the corner of her mouth.
"Are you getting used to life here?"
"Mm! Everyone takes good care of Rice."
"That's good."
What Trainer Chiya had been most worried about was Rice Shower being bullied at school. After all, that had happened before. Her timid appearance could easily provoke other people's urge to pick on her.
But the current Rice Shower always wore a bright and cheerful expression. There was no longer any trace of the timid girl she had once been. From her heart to her body, she had grown in every way.
Grown…
At that thought, Trainer Chiya looked at Rice Shower's chest.
He did not know whether it was his imagination, but Trainer Chiya felt that Rice Shower seemed a little rounder than before. Her chest, which had already begun to take shape, now looked noticeably fuller.
Not only her chest, her hair was also longer than before, reaching close to her waist.
Following Trainer Chiya's gaze, Rice Shower noticed what he was thinking. Her small body trembled lightly.
She stood on tiptoe and whispered beside Trainer Chiya's ear,
"Onii-sama, actually, Rice grew three centimetres."
Three centimetres?
She probably wasn't talking about height…
"Rice heard that if it's rubbed, it might grow faster. Does Onii-sama want Rice to grow faster?"
No!
Rice Shower was supposed to be the cute little mascot type, so why was she always bringing up this kind of topic now?
Was it me? It was me, wasn't it? Was I the one who turned Rice into a little temptress!?
Trainer Chiya blamed himself deeply. Then he spoke with a righteous expression.
"Rice is already perfect as she is. You're already wonderful now."
"Yes. Hehe~"
Rice Shower smiled happily.
So Onii-sama liked small ones. In that case, she could relax.
She would slowly guide him, and make Trainer Chiya into someone who liked small, petite girls. That's right. As long as she could reshape Trainer Chiya into a lover of tiny girls, he would stop looking at other people.
Rice Shower calculated with her own little schemes.
After saying goodbye to Rice Shower, Trainer Chiya ran into Gold Ship on the road. She was standing in front of several blonde, blue-eyed uma musume and spouting complete nonsense.
"Ura ura hohoho, Sisyphus—!"
The uma musume opposite her nodded.
"Iya masu~"
Seeing Trainer Chiya, Gold Ship immediately waved.
"Well, if it isn't Trainer. Ohayo!"
"Morning, Gold Ship. Although it's already evening…"
"Trainer, I discovered something interesting."
Gold Ship leaned closer.
"If you can't understand what they say, and they can't understand what you say, then why not create your own language?"
"So that's what you were doing just now?"
"That's right! I was using my self-created language to communicate with them. Those people should now know that a chair is called 'uoooi,' and the floor is called 'obagan.'"
Trainer Chiya rubbed the corner of his eye.
Gold Ship.
At Tracen, she tormented her own people. Outside, she tormented others.
Those girls probably only wanted to learn a little Japanese, but Gold Ship had tricked them into learning some unknown planet's language.
At least Gold Ship had not done anything too outrageous, so Trainer Chiya let her be.
When he returned to the dorm, the daytime drowsiness had already passed. Trainer Chiya was now extremely awake. Even though it was already night, he had no desire to sleep at all.
Shirayuki was the same. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, completely unable to sleep. She even wanted to find Treve and chat for a while, but disturbing her so late would not be good.
Watching the clock on the wall tick second by second, Shirayuki took out her phone and called Seiun Sky.
"The call finally came. This is the adorable Sky-chan~"
A relaxed voice came through.
It was deep night in Paris, but back at Tracen, it was only afternoon.
Shirayuki told her what was happening.
"Ah, is Trainer being troubled by insomnia? Sky-chan happens to be a master at curing insomnia."
"What should I do, Sky?"
"Let me think. How about Trainer falls asleep while listening to Sky-chan's ASMR? Sky-chan will help Trainer sleep from here, and Trainer can imagine Sky-chan lying beside you."
The idea was good.
Unfortunately, she could not afford such expensive international call fees.
And the phone's audio quality was also poor. It could not compare with the real Seiun Sky at all.
"In that case, the only option is to hug something you like while sleeping. Sky-chan usually uses plush toys."
They had boarded the plane with only simple luggage. Where was she supposed to find a plush toy?
Hm? Wait.
Shirayuki suddenly thought of something.
Speaking of plush toys, wasn't there a ready-made one right here?
She was Chiya's plush toy, and Chiya was her plush toy.
If the two of them hugged each other to sleep, wouldn't the problem be solved?
Thinking of this, Shirayuki thanked Seiun Sky, then quietly left her room and ran toward Chiya's side.