Grasshopper fell into a deep silence.
"..." 89 races, 89 wins... and her legs hadn't even broken. That was truly absurd.
Symbol Rudolf felt like she was about to pass out.
"???" Good grief, not only can I run on turf, I can run on dirt too? A dual-specialist? Impressive, other me!
Mejiro McQueen blinked twice.
She had conquered every G1 at every distance.
She had dominated every G1 on every kind of track...
That was terrifying.
As expected, I truly lived up to being the most talented Uma Musume in the history of the Mejiro family.
What frightened me... was my own aptitude!!
It was obvious.
They had genuinely continued raising their estimation of Game McQueen.
But! It still wasn't enough.
Even knowing that Game McQueen possessed strength so outrageous it defied reason—not to mention Japan, even overseas, even on foreign expeditions, she absolutely couldn't be underestimated.
But now, it seemed... what they had seen during the day was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Although Uma Musume, being descended from divine blood,
remained eternally youthful, with their appearances unchanged,
and their careers were greatly extended, allowing them to stay active for much longer.
But!
What did 89 races even mean?
If one calculated based on the normal ten-to-fifteen-year active career of an Uma Musume, with one race every two or three months, or roughly four or five races a year...
Around forty or fifty races would be a fairly normal number.
Anything more would enter the realm of exploitation.
Don't think that twenty-some extra races were no big deal.
Game McQueen had made it sound easy, but putting oneself in her place and thinking about it for even a moment made everything clear.
She hadn't been casually running in races where she could bully the weak.
She had