It was just concrete with a layer of turf spread over it.
Just going through the motions.
Who were they trying to fool?
Granted.
Running on a track like this allowed them to reach higher speeds and made it easier to break records.
But beneath them was not soft earth. It was hard ground.
When an Uma Musume planted her foot, there was no cushioning. Almost all the reactive force was sent straight back.
That was clearly a form of wear and tear on their bones, knees, and even ligaments.
One could only say... Japanese horse racing being so pitifully weak was not without reason.
No matter how fiercely the Uma Musume were hyped at home, when they ventured overseas, they often met with Waterloo and ended in failure.
The best results were probably those of El Condor Pasa and Golden Sixty. As for the rest, Little Griseo did not even have an impression of them. They probably were not much better. Things looked grim.
To be honest.
Once they entered the starting gate,
they could feel a cramped, oppressive sensation.
No Uma Musume would like that.
But they had to overcome it.
And once they entered, it meant they had entered their ready state.
Poised to burst forth.
Even when looking at the people around them, few would say anything.
They were all G1-level Uma Musume, each with her own pride.
There was no need for trash talk or anything like that.
They were all classmates, seeing each other every day.
Why bother~
At this moment,
from Little Griseo's observations,
she was in gate sixteen, on the far outside.
She was in a truly miserable position.
Manchester Teio, meanwhile, was in position four.
Alice Teio was right beside her, in position five.
It really was exactly the same as