Hokkaido Horse Racing Story

"If you really can't run, just pull over and stop."

Before the game, the "safety first" directive was received from the North Mustang owners.

This surprised him.

Logically speaking, even if horse owners don't dream of getting rich overnight, they always hope to get a return that is at least equal to their efforts.

As far as he knew, the medical expenses that Kitano Shuuma spent on Mejiro Sakuya alone exceeded one million yen.

In return, all that is required is the goal of [finishing the race safely].

completely--

I can't understand it.

Wearing a sweat-soaked helmet, he and his companions trotted to the reviewing ground.

“Although I’m still a little shaky mentally, my body feels really good!”

After climbing onto the horse's back, I heard this comment from the stable attendant Kobayashi.

"Assistant Yoshimoto has been praising the horse's steady gait since morning drills."

Feeling the horse's back, which was completely different from Medaima's, Ochiai nodded slightly.

"please!"

Today, the owner of Kitano Horse once again appeared at the reviewing ground in a very solemn manner.

"Please leave it to me."

The two of them, like actors from a swordplay drama who had wandered onto the wrong set, maintained the ancient etiquette of riders and horse owners from the Showa era.

Because it was a night game, the stadium was brightly lit.

Under the light, the shadows of people and horses will be very conspicuous on the white sand.

For a racehorse that is frightened by its own shadow, this would undoubtedly be a nightmare.

However, Mejiro Sakuya is not that type.

Among the opponents wearing various equipment, the deer-hair horse looks a little out of place.

Although it was his first time competing, he entered the gate very obediently under the guidance of the stable attendant Kobayashi.

"This child is really well behaved."

Kobayashi, the stable attendant, walked aside and started chatting with his companions and couldn't help but say.

At this time, the last racehorse finally squeezed into the gate with difficulty after being pushed and pulled by the stable attendant.

"The gates to the Aachen Palace in Juban have also been opened."

"The tenth match of the JRA-certified two-year-old rookie race—"

The slow and leisurely sound of the live broadcast came through the radio.

Ochiai gripped the reins tightly.

The moment the gate opened, I noticed something strange.

Mejiro Sakuya was a full beat slower than the other horses before he took his first step.

However, Ochiai remained calm.

A lame horse will usually be slower than a normal horse when starting to push.

Both Kitano, the owner of the horse, and Tanaka, the veterinarian, had informed us of this before the race.

"Game start!"

At this time, the live broadcast sound that appeared at the same time as Mejiro Sakuya finally sounded.

"First-rank Kazama Yukari has taken the lead smoothly, while Third-rank Wise Fool is chasing closely from a slightly lower position. Ninth-rank Mejiro Sakuya had a bad start and is now at the very back."

Ochiai held the whip in his backhand and hit Mejiro Sakuya's ear several times, while increasing the force of the reins.

While other rivals were vying for a good position, he moved to a slightly forward position on the spacious outer track.

This was the original plan.

However, when it comes to actual implementation, the progress is somewhat unsatisfactory.

Perhaps it was because of his slow personality, or perhaps it was because it was their first official collaboration, but in any case, his whipping didn't have much effect on Mejiro Sakuya.

Although the position is indeed slowly improving, it is much slower than expected.

The bend is right in front of us.

Ochiai had no choice but to give up his plan to continue accelerating and began to move slightly closer to the inner track.

“The location is a little bit behind.”

In the stands, Kitano narrowed his eyes slightly.

However, I was not too worried about the direction of the game.

Rather, considering the escape strategy decided before the race and Mejiro Sakuya's starting condition, the current position is actually within expectations.

“Perhaps, being able to understand this, I have already shed my status as a beginner in horse racing and begun to move towards a higher realm.”

Kitano couldn't help but think so.

On the other hand, Ochiai is facing a dilemma.

Should I give Mejiro Sakuya the order to speed up when turning?

Judging from her training and initial performance, Mejiro Sakuya is undoubtedly the type who is not very sensitive to orders.

Moreover, he doesn't look like he has a strong fighting spirit like his fellow hero Megumi Hakuba.

Riding a racehorse like this is a big test of the rider's physical strength and ability to grasp the timing.

Something called "intuition" or "experience" is constantly reminding Ochiai.

Now is the time to step forward.

But it's too early.

At the beginning of the game, some of my strength was wasted trying to move forward.

Also, the location is not ideal.

Outside of Mejiro Sakuya, Juban's Aachen Palace was vaguely stuck in place.

As for the tracks in front and on the inside, they were occupied by horses early on.

If you want to speed up, you will probably inevitably have a physical collision with the Aachen Palace.

This is exactly what Ochiai tried to avoid.

In addition to not being confident about Mejiro Sakuya's identity as a mare, what is more important is the pre-race instruction to "finish the race safely."

If an accident occurs during the collision, I have no idea how to report it to the owner of the North Mustang with dignity.

He chose to remain inactive.

In front of my sight, the fourth bend soon came to an end.

Aachen Palace took the lead in choosing outward expansion.

"It's now."

Following closely behind, Ochiai manipulated the reins to move to the outside.

During the process, the two racehorses inevitably collided.

Unexpectedly, Mejiro Sakuya easily squeezed past the stallion Aachen Palace and even slightly interrupted the opponent's acceleration momentum.

"It's time to move forward."

Ochiai, who didn't notice this, held the reins with one hand and waved the whip.

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Chapter 37: Victory Decided from the Rear

Ochiai swung his arms up and down, and the whip fell like snowflakes covering the sky.

He will also show decisiveness when it is necessary to use the whip.

Even if she was slow to react, Mejiro Sakuya sensed the rider's intentions.

It's time to make an effort.

Although it took some time, I did get into the state of being serious.

Ochiai breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not the type that's too difficult to control.

He intended to let Mejiro Sakuya continue on the outside straight line.

When cornering, try to keep it running slightly inside for a distance.

From a feeling perspective, there is not much difference between the situation and that of the outsiders.

Even the looser sand on the outside doesn't seem too difficult.

Therefore, there is no need to pull back to the inside to take the fast ground.

The moment he came to a conclusion, he held the reins firmly.

Then, push forward.

Sand and dirt flew under the horse's hooves as it easily overtook its opponent.

After passing the Aachen Palace, the route ahead is unobstructed.

One, two, three—

When there was still some distance to the 100-meter furlong pole, Mejiro Sakuya had caught up on the outer track and had reached a fairly forward position.

"Oh—Mejiro Sakuya! It's Mejiro Sakuya! Mejiro Sakuya is coming up from the center! The first-rank leader, Yukari Kazama, who was leading the charge, was overtaken by the third-rank leader, the wise fool!"

"How is it? Will there be a major ranking change at this position?"

Amid the noise, Kitano subconsciously clenched his fists.

No matter how many times you've experienced it, the scene before you always makes your heart beat faster.

At the moment of intersection, Ochiai clearly heard a scream.

monster--

The palace rider on Kazama Yukari's saddle addressed the deer-haired horse in front of him like this.

A brutal kick that seemed to crush all opponents.

On the other side, Ishikawa, riding on the saddle of the Wise Fool, increased the speed of his whip.

Then, he watched helplessly as the deer-haired figure at the edge of his vision continued to approach.

Mejiro Sakuya came to the first place.

Behind her, large sheets of white sand splashed high up like a palla worn for Barcelina's coronation.

Compared to the emotional horsemen in the stands, Ochiai, sitting on Mejiro Sakuya's saddle, remained calm.

"It's a little fast."

In his expectation, Mejiro Sakuya would have to wait until at least the latter part of the last 100 meters before she could hope to join the competition for the front position.

It’s still a little early to make an effort.

Or rather, he underestimated Mejiro Sakuya's ability.

but--

Now that we've reached this point, there's no point in slowing down until we stall.

Ochiai did not push too hard, but simply lowered his center of gravity slightly, trying to maintain balance while minimizing interference with the horse.