Hokkaido Horse Racing Story

Next to the treadmill, Kitano was soothing the deer-haired horse while observing its gait.

It didn't take long for Mejiro Sakuya to get used to the operation of the treadmill.

But maybe it's because I haven't exercised for a long time, so I still feel a little unfamiliar when running.

"There are still two minutes left, just hold on a little longer."

Having said this, Kitano patted the deer-haired horse's head to encourage it.

The black mane trembled and soon a little moisture attached to it.

After the timer sounded, Rachel Ho gradually lowered the gear.

After the tracks and fans stopped working completely, the noise that filled my ears also disappeared.

Sticking out its tongue, the deer-haired horse rubbed Kitano with its slightly wet nose.

"thank you."

After opening the gate, he took Mejiro Sakuya's hand and walked off the treadmill.

Then, he pulled up the leash and circled around.

Mejiro Sakuya seemed a little uncomfortable after leaving the treadmill, and her steps were still jumping on the flat ground.

During the cooling-down walk, Rachel Ho on the other side also completed the data statistics.

"The stride length is normal, the breathing rate is within the normal range, and the heart rate seems to be a little low."

As the girl spoke, she used the tablet to upload the training records to the ranch system.

"My heart rate is low, but I'd better take it slow."

After some consideration, Kitano decided to proceed with training according to the original plan.

At this moment, Mejiro Sakuya pricked up her ears as if she had discovered something.

"There's really nothing I can do against you."

Kitano smiled and shook his head.

Then, under the gaze of Sanbaiyan, he took out the mint candy that Lumaoma had been longing for.

“This is the only one I have today.”

Chapter 165: Support Next Year

As night falls, the electric wires divide the dark sky like cutting lines, but the lights on Menbie Street are still stubbornly on.

The clamor on curtain call day was beyond Kitano's imagination.

It seemed as if all the horse racing fans in Daonan had flocked there, and the parking lot was packed with all kinds of vehicles early on.

"I can only park the car at the convenience store where we arrived."

While thinking this, the corner of my eye unexpectedly caught a glimpse of something.

There is only one vacant seat left.

So, after circling around the parking lot for a few minutes, I finally settled down safely.

The area around the racecourse is still green and lush.

The dark green and pitch black are difficult to distinguish from each other, and the street lights make the ink color even thicker.

The cool breeze shook the leaves, bringing a rustling chill to my ears.

We quickly passed through the obstacle of traffic along the mottled path.

There was a barely illuminated beam of light beneath my feet.

The closer you get to the racecourse, the more pedestrians and lights you see.

Behind the entrance gate, many people gathered in Zaima Square.

It was originally intended to be a place for children who came with their parents to play and pass the time, but now it has become the territory of adults.

A large number of people gathered around Mejiro Gozen, who was in charge of guiding the horses, to feed them.

"Oh, quite spirited!"

After taking a distant glance at the deer-haired induced horse, Kitano continued his pace.

Before the 8 p.m. bell rang, the "North Star" stands were already packed with 800 enthusiastic horse racing fans.

A rough palm stroked his neck, and Ochiai turned over and jumped onto the horse's back.

The grey fur had faded to pure white at some point, and as it walked it had the posture of a mature racehorse.

Despite the cool breeze, the rider's heart was burning with passion.

My weight is 476 kg, not much different from the last time I left, and my training and conversion conditions are also optimistic.

Although it was his first game after recovering from synovitis, the only word in his eyes was "confidence".

"Even if it's a Daoying memorial, there's no problem."

As if responding to the rider on the saddle, the white horse held its head high and took the first step of the appearance circle.

"please."

"Well, leave it to me."

The moment their eyes met, the same thought crossed Ochiai and Kitano's minds—

"You've really grown, Pegasus."

In the past, the white creature that was still making a fuss in front of the gate seemed to have transformed into a different posture.

Walking across the reviewing track in an orderly manner, people and horses rushed towards the gate ahead together.

During the journey, the sound of Mejiro's calls continued to pour down from the stands.

But the rider's thoughts had already drifted to the race in front of him.

Among the twelve running horses, Mu Baima was drawn from the outer gate position of the ninth position.

Although he is still quite popular, Medairo Baima does not have much advantage.

In addition to his questionable condition after a long break, the opponents he needs to face are all over six years old.

There is no advantage to speak of in terms of the horse's body.

"We have to get rid of the horses from the beginning."

The hind hooves, wearing white and green protective gear, stirred up the fine sand, and the breeze pushed from behind.

This is a cool autumn breeze.

On November 9, the white figure appeared on the field again after three months.

"It's that Pegasus after all."

Whether it was the moment when he won the Triple Crown or the moment when JBC 2-year-old Excellent was defeated, this white racehorse always captured people's attention.

Although a bit reckless, he still resolutely guards his own rhythm.

If it was that Pegasus—

Under the gazes of all kinds, the penultimate gate of the year was opened.

The white figure jumped out without hesitation.

The rider who was pulling the reins sideways towards the inner lane had an expression without any hesitation on his face.

On the slightly heavier track, Mu Baima strides forward like a fish in water.

Amidst the splashing white fine sand, the same white horse body showed excellent condition from the very beginning.

The slight uneasiness disappeared in an instant.

The defending champion, Qi Lu Yi Liu, who had won four consecutive games, fought desperately, but Mu Bai Ma nimbly avoided the approaching footsteps of the deer-hair racehorse.

Entering the third bend, Lumaoma successfully left his opponents behind and took the lead.

"Well done, Pegasus!"

Amidst the joyful cheers, Mudaiba was the first to step into the corner with unstoppable force.

On the screen of the broadcast vehicle, the little white ears have not been raised since the game started.

Against the backdrop of shimmering golden hair, the obsidian eyes appear even deeper.

"I'm going to be serious."

Even horse racing fans who are just watching can feel that the aura of Baima is a little different from before.

At the last straight line, the cheers began to grow louder.

Even though Qi Lu Yi Liu was chasing closely after him, his leisurely pace did not falter at all.

The distance between them was fixed at half a horse's length.

"Medaipei's move! Ninth Division's Medaipei's escape cut wins!"

"Please continue to support Pegasus next year!"

This rock-solid comeback match did not make Kitano overly happy, and Ochiai also pursed his lips and led Medaipei to the inspection area.

Everyone in the camp knows this tacitly—

The real victory will come after the ice and snow melt.

The afterglow of the Kuchitori ceremony had not yet faded, but Kitano was already sitting in the corner of the izakaya with the Ogawa father and daughter, representatives of the production ranch.

After a simple clink of glasses, words of congratulations flowed across the small table.

The topic of conversation quickly turned from today's game to the management of the ranch.

"Quite a pretty girl, Kitano-kun, have you decided on a breeding partner?"

Ogawa, who had helped correct the trough-chewing habit of his flamboyant behavior at the ranch, took a sip of his wine and asked with a smile.

At that time, he was quite impressed by the figure of the black deer-haired mare.

"The one to be bred——"

After picking up the miso soup and taking a sip, Kitano frowned slightly.

It was white miso, which he was not very good at.

Returning to the topic at hand, I naturally opened the panel that only I could see.

Including today's amulets, the quantity is barely enough.

So, I exchanged for the [Advisory Group] without much hesitation.

Advice on breeding direction is also within the scope of the [Advisory Group].

"Mr. Xuhe——"

While confirming the exchange in his mind, Kitano raised his head with a hint of the seriousness of a newcomer.

"Can I hear your advice?"

Despite the support from the [Advisory Group], as a newcomer in breeding, he still wanted to hear the opinions of veterans on the front line.

"You're so polite to give me advice."

Xuhe Zhang smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, but then his expression became calm, with a hint of subtle complexity.

"If funds permit, it's better to choose a stallion from the United States."

At this point, the old man's tone became a little difficult to describe.

"I'm not intentionally disparaging our country's horse breeding. The objective fact is—"

"Europe and the US are still more advanced in horse breeding than Japan to this day."

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I felt a little uncomfortable last night and went to bed early. I'm sorry for not updating again (﹏)