In the Ost continent, the most popular golem would be 'horses'.
A man-made horse that connects luggage and passenger cars to the back and uses your magic as fuel. It was "a presence that must be in the world of man, as a means of movement and transport", as well as "a familiar presence that can be seen anywhere".
"I used a golem horse, I want to race"
No wonder such an idea came out as soon as it appeared.
The first to start in the kingdom were the leading nobles who had time and money. Golem horses removed from their luggage and passenger cars ride riders around the pasture on their backs.
"This is funny"
Immediately liked, the 'Kakuko' becomes full-fledged into a race that sets the rules.
A small number of nobles fell into it, building a dedicated workshop in the garden of the mansion, and launching a team bearing the name of their own house.
Eventually, something later called the 'Cup of Kings' was born.
That's eighteen fights a year, competing for speed in pastures on the outskirts of Wangdu, and determining the annual champion. Today, it was a major event attracting a large audience, more than a hundred years old.
Places and perspectives turn around, descending from the night sky, to Nobletown, an aristocratic town in the northeastern part of Wangdu.
This is a certain aristocratic Golem Horse Workshop, famous for its King's Cup.
"Uhm."
One middle-aged man roared before a stern golem horse painted red.
Staring at an inorganic mass in the shape of a horse, he creates a deep vertical wrinkle between his brows, then shakes his head to the left and right to sigh.
I'm sure you have troubles.
(I didn't know you'd come here at the end of the series and be reversed)
He is a golem technician held by nobles. The golem horse in front of you is a treasure that has pulled the race at an excellent maximum speed since the opening match.
Years of competitors, however, have greatly improved corner speed since the middle. The last few battles have had to give way to wins, and they have finally taken away the rights of the winner of the year as well.
(Only the final battle is left. I just have to win and reverse it)
An old technician who remembers the look on the face of a heartless rider and bites his lips. Repeated in the brain are his words uttered after the race.
"High-speed corners are out of balance and can't multiply output any more"
That is, the horsepower generated by the auxiliary magic formations stored inside has not been exhausted.
In fact, although it moves forward in the start, it continues to unfold, being unplugged in the corner and continuing to be blocked in a straight line and ending.
(Stability in corners is the difference in characteristics due to basic design. I can't renovate it like I would rebuild it now. After all, do I have to put my tail on it?
This is the most troubling part.
posterior but hence would need a long tail like a cat to be effective.
But it is a great resistance, even if it flows backwards. Definitely the speed of the straight line drops.
(Can you kill your strengths and win by fulfilling them? to that competitor)
I really don't think so.
Squeeze your head for other solutions, get nothing and come to the conclusion you are now. Each time, he exhaled from the bottom of his lungs and was back in the shake.
(Is there anything? good way)
From my head, I keep thinking so much that I get hot air, I still can't find the answer.
As I repeat, the old man's temper begins to show the bottom. If you looked at the wall-mounted clock, the date would have changed, by the way.
(... I can't do it today anymore. Let's take a bath and go to bed)
Wipe your dirty hands with a cloth by shrugging your shoulders, then remove the lights and put the workshop behind you. Go straight into the nobleman's mansion through the back entrance and head to the servant's bathroom.
It's about the size of money and water, but no one was there because of the late hour.
"Hmm."
Immerse yourself in a soaked tub and spill water all around you at the same time as your voice.
An old technician who opens his body and mind and looks into the water with eyes that have even lost focus. Something hooks me up to my heart when my own body starts to loosen up a little bit in my sight.
(Hmm?)
Shortly afterwards, lightning flies in the back of his brain. What showed up after disappearing was the solution I kept looking for.
(This one? If this!)
How to swirl corners stably without sacrificing a straight line. The old man who gets that flash jumps out of the hot boat and through the stripper and runs toward a workshop built in the garden.
I wanted to test the idea right away.
"I found it. Ah! I found it. Whoa!
Wake-up by a joyous cry that echoes in the middle of the night, servants peering through the back yard shifting the curtains in the room.
What looked like a starlight was an old man running off soaking wet and naked and jumping.
……
There would also be no choice but to have a look of pity on the faces of the servants. Because we all knew that the old engineer had been so distressed over the past few days that he couldn't speak up.
Without complaining, the servants returned to their curtains.
A well sunny afternoon, after a few days of passing.
I was with my best friend, Cornell, on the second floor veranda of Casabel, famous for one of the three houses of the Wang capital, "Sin and Punishment".
If you look around, the veranda of the surrounding buildings is full of people. And all overlooking is the idle boulevard.
"Golem Horse Racing on the Public Road"
The person I spoke to was a slightly frivolous macho man grabbing a railing next door. Cornell turns this way and opens his mouth with a loving grin.
"It's my first attempt. The loss of Landburn or the death of a second prince is probably because of the dark talk."
So it seems that the race, which usually opens in the suburban pastures, will take place in the Wang Dynasty. You wanted to provide people with something they could fanatically do.
If you look at things obliquely, 'From royal responsibility, didn't you want to distract me?' The view also comes to mind.
(Well, that's it)
Whatever the motive, you just have to enjoy it as a result.
Boulevard under your eyes, by the way, is part of the course. It's the audience that's belling on the veranda of the other buildings.
"Looking forward to it."
Me taking drinks from a small table and gracefully crossing them. The only reason it is significantly vacant compared to the surroundings is because it is a super luxury whorehouse with a high lay.
Of course, after the game, the queen is going to ride to a horse named us. Unfortunately, the Plain Child King was too popular to book.
"A fast corner coming from Upper Town in the north, turning to Boulevard. I think this is the best place to look."
Cornell, who chose Casabel as his viewing spot, stretches out his thick arm and points.
Being familiar with the Golem Horse Race, he decided it was a trailing point to decide the battle after staring at the course diagram.
I liked motorsports in my previous life, so I'm really looking forward to it.
"Oh?"
Turning me around was a live fanfare I heard coming from the side of Central Square. Finally, we're on the run.
"Here we go."
Here Cornell transforms into a live and commentator.
Starting east on Central Square, the Golem Horses said they would drive down Shopping Street Boulevard, turn north on their way into Nobletown.
After passing west in front of a succession of mansions, cross further west in front of the Royal Castle and enter Upper Town. So now they're going to break south and head to the pleasure district where Casabel is located.
"I see, that's Mr. Cornell"
Me snorting with admiration. As a beginner, thank you very much.
In doing so, the hoof tremor approaches. This was followed by a group of golem horses coming southbound, seen from Casabel on T-shaped Road on Pleasure Street Boulevard.
Sure, this would be one of the privileged seats.
(leading, second place horse in yearly order)
A horse body painted red, the symbolic colour of the doorway, and the crest of the aristocratic family painted there in black. Definitely.
Until the previous race, he defended his first place, but he was reversed. However, the difference is slight, so if we can win this final match, we can reverse it.
"Come on, here it is. I'll be right behind you."
Cornell says as he strengthens his grip on the railing to the swinging roar of even the veranda upstairs.
The target is a white horse approaching from behind. At the top of the year today, the speed of the corner seems to be a weapon.
(The whole city makes it more powerful)
My head moves from right to left, matching the sound of countless deafening hooves pounding cobblestones.
I don't connect carriages and see them running on the backs of golem horses occasionally on the streets near Wangdu. But the scale was completely different from where the surroundings were open.
"You didn't change your ranking."
At the end of the turn, take the last straight line, the boulevard of the pleasure district, and drive away towards Central Square.
After I drop him off, I'll share my thoughts.
"Mr. Cornell?
But my best friend's reaction is dull. He looked like he saw something incredible, and he was confused.
"Did you just see it?
Cornell eating and hanging up. It would be natural. Because you crossed my eyes.
"Yeah. You tilted the horse body, slowed it down, didn't drop it, and went through the corner. It's brilliant."
Although I am confident in magic manipulation, I cannot let it run fast on its own. We need another technology.
(A polished move has a radiance that shoots through your mind)
I praised the thoughts on my chest, but they shake me big time.
"No! It's the leading horse. Didn't you notice?
I put my hand on my chin and twist my neck, but there is no verse that comes to mind.
As I exchanged two or three words with Cornell, who seemed to be going backwards, the sound of my hooves came again from the north.
"Okay? It's the leading horse. Look closely, Mr. Tauro!
Focus your nerves on your eyes and wait for the impending horde of horses. The golem horse that jumped straight into the corner is smooth without teasing...
"Ah!"
"Do you understand?"
The first two heads and a group that lasts one beat behind. After they pass, I snort hard at Cornell.
What a long stretch in the groin of the leading horse. It's called "horseback."
"It will be what. Anyway, if you're chasing a female horse's ass, you're in the lead. No, you were a golem before that."
Okay, but I don't know. There goes the commentary and speculation from Cornell.
"I'm sure that's it, it's balancing"
An overlapping explanation for me with a strange look on my face.
According to that, the horse continued to be pulled out in a corner of something faster in a straight line. Probably the balance at swivel, inferior to the rivals.
"I thought the measure would have to be tailed, but that idea is awesome. We're hit."
In terms of impressing, it would be more awesome than tail. But what the hell is wrong with you?
Asked there, the commentator was pleased to tell us even more.
"Normally, if you put your tail on it, you'll slow down. But the horse's weakness was eliminated by using his groin."
I didn't realize, but outside of the corner, they were holding horses.
By freely storing elasticated storage, it is increasing stability without losing its advantage in a straight line.
(I mean, is it like a pendulum ceremony called a train)
I change to a form that I can understand in my head, and I snort.
I guess that stretch creates stability.
"Didn't you get that idea, from a natural horse? After all, nature is a great teacher for us."
Unimpressed Cornell. The correct answer, by the way, is the old technician's own body, which was soaked in the tub.
A horse with an inflated groin irrelevant to his will because he was exhausted. But still, the bathtub water doesn't overflow.
I flashed from there, but only I know who I am.
"It's stuck in the back."
Look at the golem horses coming as they tremble over the drinks on the table to go further around, I say.
Only the two leading heads protruded, and the succession was greatly separated.
"Speed is increasing"
Cornell nodding and returning. Indeed, the slope of the golem horse's body is tougher than just now.
"Whoa!
Cornell screams before his mouth closes and cheers boil from the audience in the surrounding buildings. Of course I was surprised.
The moment the leading golem horse rushed through, a spark flew violently from the foot of the horse.
"The horseback (balancer) hit the ground."
These are the words of a macho commentator.
The horse's chi, stretched to its natural length, was shaken up and down by the rushing momentum, and she came into contact with the cobblestone. For the increased speed, I guess I also needed dimensions.
stone golems and cobblestones. The two stones shredded together and scattered fire like flint stones.
(to the deceleration factor, didn't seem to be)
In support of my guess, the next time around, the head also scrapes cobblestones on horseback, producing large fireworks at his feet.
He's glad it's flashy, and the audience around him is thrilled.
"But the horse (balancer). It has a very good design, with a sense of strength and rigour. It could become mainstream in the future."
Cornell groans in a way that impresses him, rubbing his jaw.
Race horse detuned models are commercially available and can be seen in the streets near Wangdu and throughout the city. Pretty expensive, but from those who like it, I guess that's even the status.
If Cornell reads it correctly, it should also be on those sports model golem horses.
(Previous life, like a sports car wing or a turbo air intake?)
A bearer who wields a large horseback (balancer) in the downtown area and makes him walk well. I'm sure it doesn't make sense, it would stretch or shrink your horse.
And to that, people who send 'good looks' and admirable glances.
"Golem workshop got serious! A new Spartan model, of motivating breeding horses!
Perhaps information magazines will have such wording lined up. I don't have the sensibility to think of horseback there as' dull '.
(What difference of values. These things are different worlds)
Looking at the next group of golem horses, I thought again.
Here the point of view moves to the rider of the red golem who runs the lead.
(I can go)
For the second consecutive year, the young man who aspired to be king of the kingdom, the Kingdom Champion, was feeling affordable.
When in a straight line, it is reduced, then stretched to the pitch belly, and when swirling, it is shaken out diagonally downward to a large extent "V (Variable Balance) T (-Timed) C (Control)".
The effects of Paul's position movement have been fully exerted and have so far dampened his rivals.
(Exactly talented)
A young man who thinks of the old man's face of a technician and admires it in his heart. I didn't think I'd want to improve this season, but I've come to play a part in the final game.
But to be honored, so is he. It's a brilliant ride through the new system that was put in by a bump just before.
(The pressure from behind is intense, but it's okay. That's coming)
I think with certainty, last year's King of Kingdoms Champion.
With each overlap of perimeter, the concentration goes on and on. Along with that, I was feeling a certain precursor.
"Realm of God (Zone)"
That's once a year or not, in a 'very rideable' state. If you reach that area, the level of magic manipulation increases by many stages.
Golem horses can be perceived as their own bodies, literally integrating human horses.
(Coming! God's Realm (Zone)!)
Just before the final corner of the final circumference. Enter the realm of God in front of the left corner from Upper Town to Pleasant Street.
At the same time, a warrior runs through his back.
(Him, too)
I realized it for no reason. The rivals who stick right behind us have also reached this realm.
(Fine. Last game of the year, if you want to pull something out, pull it out)
And jump in, two golem horses in one human horse.
It's the fastest entry I've ever made, but it's also the biggest horse. With the upward and downward rhythm of the horse's body, the balancer also rocks heavily.
"Huh!"
The biggest spark in the race right now, bursting at the foot of a golem horse. At the same time, intense sparks splashed from the nerves running through both eyes and spines of the youth.
For one reason. Because I shared with myself the feeling of a sharpening horse.
……
A young rider who changed his posture so that he could stick to his horse's back. No one notices, but his consciousness is no longer there.
Golem horses entering a straight line with the inverted rider of the eyeballs running through Central Square, whilst bringing the rider's whoever is rearward.
It would be his obsession as a rider that made him keep running.
'We've crossed the goal line now, without giving way to the lead! This is the second year in a row, and the King of Kingdoms Champion in the Great Reversal!
A crimson golem horse of a young rider, gradually slowing down as the host's external audio rings.
From the back of a rival golem horse who started catching up and walking side by side, a small female rider calls out.
"I lost, congratulations. But I'm the King of Kingdoms Champion next year."
She was second in the race now and in the order of the year, extending one hand from the reins in an attempt to shake hands next. But young people ignore this with their horses stuck on their backs.
On the verge of the look of the female rider of the white horse becoming more rugged, the King of Kingdoms "Champion fell from the back of the horse to the cobblestone.
"Huh? Hey, somebody!
"Horses down! Ambulance Squad!"
Female riders who solidify with their surprising hands stretched and the staff around them who perceive and rush for anomalies.
People gather around youth in the gaze of a deliberate audience.
"I lost consciousness shortly after the goal because I exhausted all my power in the battle"
Because it was so perceived, this anecdote became grass as a beauty story.