Upon hearing Xingqiu's name leave Hu Tao’s lips, Jiang Bai nearly collapsed in shock.
Although the criteria he listed did indeed match Xingqiu fairly well, couldn't she see someone better standing right in front of her?!
Unable to hide his jealousy, Jiang Bai muttered bitterly, "Xingqiu? He's no good. He looks just like a girl—anyone who doesn't know better would mistake him for...
2025-07-22 10:43:49 +0000 UTC View PostOn their way, Jiang Bai bulldozed through every nearby monster camp, including Fatui and Treasure Hoarder hideouts.
Adhering strictly to principles of thriftiness, he collected a large pile of junk along the way.
As the sky darkened, thick clouds gathered ominously, signaling an approaching storm.
Thunderstorms in Teyvat often brought fierce rain, and lightning frequently stru...
2025-07-22 10:43:46 +0000 UTC View PostAfter a proper rest, the pair masked their faces and crept quietly toward the rear of the Fatui encampment.
These Fatui soldiers were nothing like the ragtag bunch Jiang Bai had encountered back in Mondstadt’s caves—these were elite troops.
Even during downtime, they remained clad in thick armor, wielding weapons charged with various elements. They were clearly no pushovers.
... 2025-07-22 10:43:43 +0000 UTC View PostAt the summit of Dragonspine, Aether finally caught sight of the so-called Skyfrost Nail.
Though at this point, it might be more accurate to call it "Skyfrost Fragments."
Numerous shards, both large and small, floated haphazardly in midair. From a distance, they looked like scattered debris drifting through the sky.
Below was a huge crater formed by a violent explosion, now bl...
2025-07-22 10:43:40 +0000 UTC View PostAfter filling himself up, Jiang Bai leisurely picked his teeth, pushing his wheelchair along as he returned to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
“With the Qixing already alerted, I doubt the Fatui will be causing trouble anytime soon,” Jiang Bai mused confidently. He trusted Liyue's strength.
If there was one thing Liyue wasn’t short of, it was adepti.
Each adeptus was at least ...
2025-07-22 10:43:36 +0000 UTC View PostThe woman seated at the head of the table froze, along with everyone else around it. Even the black-haired girl behind Shirou lowered her head slightly, clearly baffled by his response.
“I won’t join any organization,” Shirou repeated solemnly, tilting his head to face them.
It wasn’t that Shirou had trouble obeying orders as part of an organized group; rather, he simply did...
2025-07-20 11:54:17 +0000 UTC View Post“Another unfamiliar ceiling, huh?”
Though Shirou had fully expected to see an unfamiliar ceiling when he woke up, he couldn’t help but remark on it wryly anyway.
Perhaps this dry humor was one of his few remaining comforts amid the endless struggle in the darkness.
His entire body ached painfully—not the usual stiffness that passed quickly after waking. This time, Shir...
2025-07-20 11:54:12 +0000 UTC View Post[Incursio]—the armor-type Teigu forged from the fearsome Danger Beast known as Tyrant—possessed an extraordinary resilience. Even after being shaped into a weapon, it retained its consciousness and instincts, constantly influencing its user.
This armor placed immense strain upon its wearer; ordinary people would perish the moment they donned it. Among the forty-eight ...
2025-07-20 11:54:08 +0000 UTC View PostBOOM—!
With an eardrum-shattering crash, Tatsumi felt an immense pressure bearing down from the heavens.
It was as if something terrifying was descending upon them, and the suffocating force swept over everyone aboard.
“This is my final strike! If you think you can stop it, then come and try!”
Liver laughed maniacally, pouring out the very last of his stre...
2025-07-20 11:54:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe azure sea had become violent and restless under the assault of fierce winds. Moments ago, the sky had been clear and calm, but now massive waves roared endlessly, tossing the huge ship around like a fragile leaf caught in a storm.
At least the sky itself remained a serene blue.
Focus!
A sharp, piercing whistle suddenly rang out, directly before Liver’s eyes, acc...
2025-07-20 11:53:59 +0000 UTC View Post“Who’s there?!”
Bulat swiftly leaped back onto his feet, gripping the crimson spear tightly. Everything had happened too quickly, faster than his mind could keep pace.
It wasn’t that Bulat couldn’t react to the attack, but in that critical instant, all of his attention had been solely focused on dealing with Liver’s devastating water assault.
He’d had no time to ...
2025-07-20 11:53:55 +0000 UTC View PostDaidara refused to accept defeat!
Even if Shirou could utterly crush him, even if he ended up dead and buried six feet under, Daidara would still shout defiantly:
I refuse to accept it!
Compared to the overwhelming and terrifying aura Esdeath exuded, Shirou looked more like a friendly neighborhood boy eager to lend a helping hand—completely harmless and utterly non-...
2025-07-20 11:53:50 +0000 UTC View Post“Sorry about this, but I’ll need you to take a little nap!”
The invisible man offered Shirou an apology before abruptly disappearing from sight.
Rather than vanishing completely, it was as if the air around him suddenly rippled violently.
A fierce gust surged toward Shirou.
Thunk—!
A hand strike clashed sharply against a solid fist in mid-air.
<... 2025-07-20 11:53:44 +0000 UTC View PostTurquoise waves rolled restlessly upon the sea, yet the luxurious ship remained remarkably stable.
Shirou sat quietly at a dining table onboard, along with the Three Beasts.
They hadn’t hidden their identities—in fact, apart from Shirou, none of them could’ve boarded this ship without openly displaying their status.
This vessel was filled mostly with nobles, and without ...
2025-07-20 11:53:40 +0000 UTC View PostShirou had been waiting outside the bookstore for quite some time, but no one showed up to open it. It looked almost as if the store had permanently shut down.
Perhaps Lubbock feared that someone like Seryu would suddenly appear, accidentally destroying his shop and endangering his life.
Shirou sighed helplessly and turned away.
One less place to gather information about the E...
2025-07-20 11:53:35 +0000 UTC View PostUma Musume are classified by various genetic traits—such as bay, chestnut, gray, or white coats.
Kitasan Black, for instance, is classified as a bay.
In Japan, there have long been debates—or rather prejudices—regarding these genetic traits. One infamous belief was that “gray-coated Uma Musume are inherently slow.”
Of course, this supposed “common knowledge” had ...
2025-07-20 11:52:33 +0000 UTC View PostAfter hearing Kitasan's message, Yasui Makoto sent a quick text to Tokai Teio to schedule their meeting.
He genuinely disliked dealing with work on his rest days, and judging by Teio's brief reply, she didn't seem particularly urgent either.
Thus, it wasn’t until Monday noon that he finally made his way to the student council office.
The moment he stepped inside, he immediat...
2025-07-20 11:52:28 +0000 UTC View PostWhile the two student council presidents were deep in discussion, over in Fuchu at a hot spring resort’s relaxation lounge…
“Achoo—!”
“Trainer, did you catch a cold?”
Noticing Yasui Makoto’s sudden sneeze, Kitasan Black immediately worried, “I’ll go call someone from the infirmary—”
“No need. Probably just someone talking about me behind my back...
2025-07-20 11:52:24 +0000 UTC View PostLate at night, in the student council president’s office at Tracen Academy, a laptop sat open atop the desk.
On the screen, a lively song and dance performance was unfolding, featuring a black-haired Uma Musume passionately singing her heart out.
Watching her intently from the other side of the screen was a petite, playful-looking brunette Uma Musume, sporting a pair of fake glass...
2025-07-20 11:52:19 +0000 UTC View PostAt the very front of the stands, Yasui Makoto finally lowered the binoculars he'd held up throughout the race, exhaling softly with relief and amusement.
"Heh, tripping right after winning the race... I don't even know what to say about that..."
Hearing this, Satono Crown looked at him with mild shock, while Satono Diamond appeared concerned.
Satono Crown sighed lightly.
From the puzzled looks exchanged by the Satono sisters, Yasui Makoto knew they didn't quite understand his meaning.
Smiling lightly without further explanation, he raised his binoculars again, intently focusing on his black-haired Uma Musume.
Front-running, stalking, mid-pack, and chasing—these four main strategies defined every race.
A front-runner would seize the lead imme...
2025-07-20 11:52:10 +0000 UTC View Post12:50 PM. Warm sunlight in the late January winter bathed Tokyo Racecourse, illuminating the Uma Musume taking their positions behind the starting gates.
From the commentary booth overlooking nearly a hundred thousand spectators, an energetic young announcer’s voice echoed clearly:
“Now entering the gate is today’s third most popular competitor, Kitasan Black!”
“She...
2025-07-20 11:52:06 +0000 UTC View PostAfter removing Kitasan Black’s running shoes, Yasui Makoto didn’t immediately help her put them back on. Instead, he flipped them over and carefully examined the soles.
The front edge of each sole shone with two crescent-shaped metallic glints—these were special racing horseshoes.
Because of their immense leg strength, Uma Musume put tremendous strain on their shoes during tra...
2025-07-20 11:52:01 +0000 UTC View PostHaving understood his Uma Musume's resolve, Yasui Makoto paused briefly, considering Satono Crown’s current performance data for comparison.
In her debut race, 1800 meters on turf, she clocked 1 minute and 50 seconds—an average speed of 16.36 m/s.
Her closing three furlongs were covered in 33.5 seconds, nearly reaching 18 m/s.
Her second race, another 1800-meter turf event...
2025-07-20 11:51:57 +0000 UTC View PostIn this life, Yasui Makoto's parents had always been patient and supportive toward their uniquely independent and unusually mature son, rarely interfering with his choices.
Over time, he gradually accepted this familial warmth he never experienced in his past life, even becoming open to listening to others and sharing some of his own thoughts with his parents.
Recently, spending tim...
2025-07-20 11:51:52 +0000 UTC View PostWhen did I first realize that Sylphy had grown up?
Was it in this very moment?
Or perhaps even earlier?
Or maybe it was last winter—after we returned from the Snow Valley—when her hair had already turned white, and yet she still comforted her mother with a gentle voice?
I can’t quite say.
But if I think carefully, if I peel things back layer by layer...
Th...
2025-07-20 11:50:54 +0000 UTC View PostIn the bedroom, the sounds of clinking and rustling came from next door—Zenith and Lilia were packing Rudeus’s belongings. They were also gathering up some newly tailored summer clothes for Allen that hadn’t yet been handed over.
Downstairs, Paul was chatting with Philip, who was draped in a towel, the two reminiscing about past and present.
Rudeus was in his own room, packing...
2025-07-20 11:50:49 +0000 UTC View PostPaul glanced from Philip to Allen, noticing the latter made no objection.
Under the table, he gave Zenith’s hand a light squeeze before turning to Rudeus.
Rudeus, in his little adult way, gave a helpless shrug.
“Well, since Allen’s agreed, I’ve got no complaints. Times are tough at home—it’s about time the eldest son pulled his weight, right?”
Paul looked a...
2025-07-20 11:50:44 +0000 UTC View PostWe’re in the childhood tutor arc, and I picked one of the most conflict-dense entry points to begin.
Inevitably, there may be some narrative bumps along the way. If you notice anything that doesn’t feel right or coherent, please let me know—I’ll go back and revise.
Tomorrow we’ll hit a small emotional climax in the character relationships. I’ve been seeding the ...
2025-07-20 11:50:39 +0000 UTC View PostOutside the window, wind and rain howled.
Zenith cast a worried glance toward the front door—it had already been quite a while since the two had gone out.
“You think… Allen will say yes?”
Paul, who had spent the entire afternoon looking tense, now seemed to have come to terms with something. He slumped bonelessly in his chair like a discarded puppet.
“If he doe...
2025-07-20 11:50:34 +0000 UTC View Post