Hokkaido Horse Racing Story

After entering the curve, the mud flying from the front became more obvious.

Getting hit in the face with a baseball that looked like it was thrown by a fourth-grade student wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling.

While keeping his lips tightly closed to prevent the mud from entering his body, Hetian maintained his vision ahead.

At the junction of the third and fourth turns, Wada's palms holding the reins began to clench.

The black and white furlong pole flashed before his eyes, and the rider began to lead the reins sideways.

Before the herd of horses completely expanded in the straight line, they started accelerating from the third to fourth stack position.

He held the whip in his backhand and hit Mejiro Sakuya's ears twice in succession.

As if she was a beat late, Mejiro Sakuya, who was chasing from behind, overtook her opponents in front one after another.

Although it is a good field under clear skies, Meidan is always a field that relies heavily on strength.

It is very difficult to win as a chaser in Meidan——

Such concerns seemed to be completely non-existent to Mejiro Sakuya.

The horse's hooves rose and fell as if to shake off the soil.

Before entering the straight line, the gap to the leading position had been shortened to five lengths.

In the corner of my sight, the figure of Ebi Se also took action.

From a slightly further inward position.

Before pushing the horse on the road, Hetian subconsciously pulled the reins slightly inward.

"That's enough."

Thus, the situation from the rear was completely forgotten.

He waved his arms and pushed the horse in coordination with its movements.

A terrifying force came from the armature.

Mejiro Sakuya's head shrank back, then stretched forward in sync with Wada's hand.

Amidst the cheers, Lumao's figure arrived.

Chapter 107: The First Star of the North

"Mejiro Sakuya is ahead! Mejiro Sakuya of the fifth division is ahead! Can Mr. Caesar still catch up?!"

The rumbling sound of horse hooves exploded behind him, but Hetian continued to urge the horse as if he had not heard it at all.

Apart from the occasional whip or two, most of the attention was focused on pushing the horse.

In reality, riding a horse is not as simple as just whipping it to speed up.

For riders, the whip is more of a tool to ensure rhythm or to correct bad habits such as slanting or skidding.

If used improperly, the whip will become a burden at a critical moment.

Especially in the final stage of competition, it is not easy to maintain balance on the horse's back and whip the horse to the precise position at the same time.

And although it is rare, there are indeed racehorses that cannot speed up at all after being whipped, and may even slow down.

Although Mejiro Sakuya is a little slow, she will still carry out the orders seriously.

Although it is a bit difficult to drive, it is not the most difficult gear in terms of maneuverability.

It's still far from being a perfect match between man and horse, but it was indeed a little easier than the previous Saudi derby.

Dust was flying, and the sound of hooves and noise formed a familiar interlude in my ears.

The rider was concentrating on pushing the horse along the road.

I have gradually become familiar with the force transmitted between the armatures.

"Mejiro Sakuya! Mr. Caesar! Mejiro Sakuya! Mr. Caesar—"

The imagined fierce fight did not happen.

It was only a horse's length away, but it felt as far away as a whole world.

With his head tilted slightly, he saw a figure in an Ebi-colored victory suit waving a horsewhip vigorously.

After straightening my head, the finish line ahead was within reach.

In my peripheral vision, the dark ominousness came to an abrupt end.

Under the clear sky of Dubai——

In front of a huge crowd of people——

The figure that entered the line first was Lumao.

"It's Wada Ryuji and Mejiro Sakuya!"

Despite seeing the scene with his own eyes, the Green Channel's live broadcast still couldn't believe what was happening.

A big prize winner from a local horse.

Moreover, overseas competitions are far more difficult than domestic ones in all aspects.

However, his professionalism allowed him to deliver the following commentary.

"With the local and central governments taking the first two moves, Japan is poised for a five-year winning streak in the UAE derby!"

“Hokkaido’s first-magnitude star shines brightly in the Dubai night sky!”

Amidst the applause from the audience, Hetian lifted the mask in front of him.

The bad vision suddenly became clear.

The wind blowing in my face carried a slight warmth of the desert evening.

Looking up, the stars were faintly twinkling on the blurry sky.

"Is it the Big Dipper?"

Enduring the subtle soreness on his nose, he raised his hand and pointed to the night sky.

"I hope you're okay. My memories have no end. I hope you're always watching over me."

What are the specific names of those stars?

I really can't think of an answer to this question.

However, this feeling should have been conveyed.

[Win a major international prize with a racehorse: 1/1 (Completed)]

[Reward: Silver Amulet × 3]

[Win a major overseas prize with a racehorse: 1/1 (Completed)]

[Reward: Gold Amulet × 5]

It wasn't until his vision was obscured by a pop-up message from the system that Kitano gradually felt the reality of victory.

To win so easily——

In the camp's pre-match expectations, the UAE derby is likely to be a fierce battle that will last until the last millimeter before the finish line.

The facts before them left everyone, including the camp, dumbfounded.

Mejiro Sakuya crushed the competition with her last kick that seemed to come from another world, and even Mr. Caesar was left behind mercilessly.

Without time to think about the reason for his victory, Kitano was completely overwhelmed by the hugs coming from all around him.

"I won—"

Rather than the joy of victory, there is a more complex feeling of having lifted a certain burden.

Amidst the noise that exceeded what his eardrums could bear, the trainer became listless as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

However, the slightly slack look soon became firm again.

It’s still very early!

Getting tickets to the Kentucky Derby is just the first step.

After adjusting his mood, Huangshan accepted an interview with Id○l Horse chief reporter Mo Jinxian.

On the other side, Yahagi, who looked somewhat depressed, was also surrounded by the media.

After thanking the fans for their enthusiastic support along the way, Kitano walked towards the interview area of ​​the winning team.

At dusk, the lights on the Meidan stadium can bring people inner peace more than the heat.

Next up, it's the Kentucky Derby.

Compared to the pure joy, worries such as the payment of the second round of registration fees, the inconvenience of transportation from a third country, and the "Kentucky Prison" mentioned by Xuhe Zhang filled his mind at a faster speed.

It’s still very early.

After breaking away from the crowd, he sighed heavily.

"Congratulations."

Ogawa Kana caught up from behind.

"At least today, please celebrate to your heart's content."

The girl observed Kitano's face and spoke in a gentle tone that was different from her usual tone.

"Thank you for your hard work, and—"

"Thank you."

The moment the words faded away, the sticky silence, like the stagnant air of the day, filled the narrow gap where the two people's breaths intertwined.

Kitano slowed down his pace and only continued walking after Ogawa Kanna caught up.

"What will the Kentucky Derby be like?"

He seemed to be asking the other person, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

The girl's lips curved up subtly: "Churchill Park is the most special stadium in the world~"

That was the end of Ogawa Kana's words.

As for the information above this, it is unknown.

The silence between the two returned to the beginning.

The noise gradually faded away and the broadcast sounded again.

In Meidan under the lights, the next round of carnival is about to begin.

In the measuring room, I saw two stable boys hugging each other and celebrating.

There was also Hetian standing aside with his arms crossed, looking a little helpless.

"It looks no different from a racing car."

Kitano thought so as he joined the celebration.

On the track, horses and riders galloped past like shooting stars.

In just a few minutes of running, the countless efforts of the entire team are condensed.

but--

Even Ferrari would be disgusted by such a clumsy tire changer.

The German hoof trimmer started dancing like a bear, and Kitano finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Reporters pressed their shutter buttons to capture this scene.

After a brief celebration, the camp passed through a narrow exit facing the giant electronic screen and arrived at the commendation venue.

Master Yahagi, who had just been defeated in the competition, quickly adjusted his mood and devoted himself to the next game.

The trainer, wearing a purple bowler hat, watched another racehorse enter the gate.

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