Like a gust of wind, she shot past the finish line.
By then, the gap from second place had widened to 182 horse lengths.
It was only after a long while that second place finally crossed the line. Then came third, fourth, fifth...
For several long minutes, even more than ten, the venue remained as still as a pool of dead water.
No one knew what to say or how to describe it. They had not even come back to their senses. Their pupils merely reflected those shocking, terrifying statistics...
A peak speed of 167 m/s, leaving second place 51 horse lengths behind.
It had pushed the Arima Kinen record forward by dozens of seconds. More than that, it had thoroughly shattered the current Japanese—and even worldwide—G1 turf record.
It was simply an unparalleled terror!
"L-Let us congratulate McQueen."
"She... she has given us a spectacular performance..."
"..."
Even the commentators were stumbling over their words.
They wiped their foreheads, which were drenched in sweat.
They could already foresee that this race, which could be called an accident yet was not one, would probably become the most famous commentary of their careers.
Of course.
They would remember it for the rest of their lives, too.
The other spectators wore expressions as though they had seen a ghost.
Then came cheers, applause, shouting... one after another, rising and falling. The tickets had truly been worth it.
After all, that was how competitive sports worked.
A win was a win. A loss was a loss.
How they ran, what records they set—one look was enough to know!
No matter how absurd it seemed, wasn't this still the race run by "Mejiro McQueen"?
In ordinary human competitions, there was always the possibility of doping.
But in Uma Musume races, it was absolutely forbidden!