That day.
A dozen or so Uma Musume chosen by the votes of racing fans and supporters would compete in an intense race here.
As the final G1 spectacle of the year,
rather than pursuing sheer strength,
it was more like an all-star celebration.
Whether they were in their classic year, their senior year, or any other year...as long as they were active Uma Musume, they were eligible to attend.
As long as they were selected.
As long as the fans voted for them...
They could participate in this race.
And bring the entire nation a grand, banquet-like festival.
Thus!
Even though it was not truly a G1 race focused on strength,
the Arima Kinen still drew considerable attention.
Never mind how things were overseas. At the very least, domestically, it carried plenty of weight.
Uma Musume who had debuted in different years would clash here.
Quite a few Uma Musume would also complete their final race at this time, achieving a beautiful conclusion to their careers.
It was no exaggeration to say
that the Arima Kinen had given birth to countless legends.
It had also produced countless stories that people loved to discuss.
Miraculous comebacks, for instance...and other things.
In short! Because Uma Musume themselves carried the blood of gods and were incarnations of miracles!
Therefore, no matter what happened to them, it seemed there was nothing that could not be understood.
This world was different from parallel timelines.
Betting on races was forbidden.
However, people could still buy merchandise and tickets, increasing the income of the Uma Musume they supported as a form of encouragement and goodwill.
Although the Arima Kinen was indeed decided by the number of fans,
even a girl like Urara, who had suffered defeat after defeat, could run in it.
But!
If one really