Hokkaido Horse Racing Story

In this way, even a major defeat is not impossible.

"It's a slightly ominous development."

He frowned and spoke.

"Eh! Is it really that bad?"

Kitano's face changed into an expression that was synchronized with Ogawa Masaru's.

Although I am somewhat relieved that I can more or less see the direction of the game.

But the scene before him was not what he wanted.

"Yes, although it is temporarily maintained."

Ogawa Masaru's explanation had just begun when he was interrupted by a sneer.

"idiot--"

Ogawa Kana called her younger brother this.

Although Kitano vaguely felt that he was also affected.

"Even if you don't aspire to be a rider, reading your pace is something you need to master, just like breathing, right?"

The girl continued mercilessly.

"Although it looks like an ordinary collar, it's actually not the case at all."

Ogawa Kana pointed in the direction of the track.

Mudai Baima, who had opened up a clear gap, was heading towards the straight line after the second bend.

"In the bend, Ochiai slowed down. Of course, I'm not sure if he did that intentionally."

"and then?"

Kitano and Ogawa Masaru turned their heads at the same time, revealing such a look.

"Idiot, just wait until we get into the straight line, and you'll know when you see it."

The girl sighed helplessly.

“It’s a very good development.”

At this moment, Ogawa Jō, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

From the very beginning, the old man acted calm and composed.

According to his experience, the direction of the game is already very clear after the initial opening.

Even if there are some concerns about the range, we should be able to achieve a good result.

"Ah, isn't that so?"

Noticing that everyone was looking at him, he showed a somewhat confused expression.

In mud-track competitions, isn't the outcome always decided at the start?

"Dad, this isn't Kentucky anymore."

Ogawa Kana held her forehead as if she had a headache.

On the other side, Ochiai came to the straight line and urged Medahira Ma under him.

Continue at a slightly faster pace until the next bend.

In addition to continuing to widen the gap, there is also the consideration of maintaining "Kick Back" to interfere with the horses behind.

When a horse gallops, the debris raised by its hind hooves can obscure the vision of the horse behind or disrupt its breathing rhythm.

It may even cause some difficult-tempered opponents to become anxious.

The impact of “Kick Back” was particularly evident in the dirt track races.

However, for some less intelligent or stubborn racehorses, it is very difficult to understand such complex changes in instructions.

However, if the opponent is Medahira, it shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking of this, the reed-haired horse under him indeed changed its rhythm.

"Well done!"

He brought Mubaima to a position 2 or 3 horse widths wider than the inside fence.

This route not only retains room for strain when entering a corner, but also reduces the impact of thick sand on the inside.

Although the mileage has exceeded half, Mu Baima still seems to have some energy left.

As long as you take a short breather at the next corner, you should be able to hold up on the straight.

After making this judgment, he turned his head slightly to observe the movements of the horses behind him.

The Liuli humanoid and Sandong Riyue seemed to be maintaining a steady distance behind.

Neither the Iwahashi rider nor the Yoshimoto rider had any intention of starting to whip up and catch up from this position.

"In that case, please watch carefully—"

I pursed my lips unconsciously.

The third bend is gradually approaching in front of my sight.

it's time.

Ochiai pulled the reins.

At this moment, my heartbeat almost stopped.

What if Megumi Hakuma goes too far?

What if it stops immediately?

All sorts of possibilities come to mind.

However, he pulled the reins without hesitation.

None of the situations I worried about happened.

Medo Hirano adjusted his rhythm smoothly.

"Next, it's a straight-line showdown."

Listening to the faint sound of whips coming from his ears, Ochiai took a deep breath.

"In the lead, Medaima, the sixth in command, is starting to move forward towards the final straight line. The Liuli Dolls behind him are about three horse lengths behind. Demon King Opera is also catching up on the outermost side. There are still two hundred meters to go. Can Medaima successfully escape?"

The live broadcast speed unconsciously increased, and the stands began to become restless.

The winner will soon be decided.

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Chapter 44: Victory of Nature

"Demon King Opera! The fourth-ranked Demon King Opera is catching up! With only a hundred meters left, Mudaiba maintains a one-length lead."

The sound of hooves is approaching from behind.

Then, there was a continuous sound of whips.

The chaser and the chased.

If it becomes a one-on-one duel, the pursuer approaching from behind will have a clear advantage.

This is common sense.

Ochiai tried his best to control the shaking of his body.

The Demon King Opera from the outside and the Glass Doll coming from the inside were attacking Medaima from the left and right.

Right now, the situation is very bad.

No matter how the outcome is decided, the person trapped in the middle will definitely be the first to be eliminated.

The three horses gradually came to a side-by-side position.

Under the earmuffs, Mudaishima's gray ears were pressed tightly back.

A rather obvious exhalation sound came from the nostrils that were dilated to the limit.

The challengers' offense was quickly responded to.

Even the sand kicked up by the hind hooves seemed to be a little higher.

However, the situation began to develop in an unfavorable direction.

Raising his arms, Ochiai tried to push forward.

It doesn't seem to have much effect.

He lost his balance and fell onto the horse's back.

"Can you please stop causing trouble at this time?"

If Meda Hirano could speak, he would definitely say this.

He quickly gave up his clumsy push.

Have a clear understanding of your own abilities.

At a time like this, it's better not to cause trouble without permission.

"From now on, you can only rely on yourself."

His eyes were fixed on the finish line not far ahead.

Although we have been exploring and adjusting tactics according to the situation of the game.

However, now is the time to make the final decision, or to go all in.

There is only one road ahead.

A slight feeling of suffocation began to spread in my chest.

On the track, the fight between the three horses continues.

Heavy breathing mingled with each other in the air.

Looking up and forward, there seemed to be something burning in Baima's eyes.

"The third-rank glass doll and the fourth-rank Demon King Opera are hot on our heels, but—"

The hind legs kicked forward suddenly.

For a brief moment, the head and neck of the reed-haired horse almost became a straight line.

"Sixth Division's Medahiram escapes and wins!"

After loosening the reins, it took some time for Ochiai's consciousness to return to reality from the wandering state.

"MEJIRO——"

In the stands, there was even louder cheering than before the game.

"Yes, I won."

Slightly relieved.

If we had lost the game, there wouldn't have been this level of cheering.

Then, there were a few sporadic Ochiai calls.

He raised his head in surprise and waved in the direction of the sound.

After putting his hand down, he patted Muten's sweat-soaked mane.

The reed-haired horse shook its head slightly and gasped heavily.

"It seems that you have reached your limit."

Loosening the helmet that was tight on him, Ochiai thought a little tiredly.