Unstable Training Speed

Although the agreement hasn't been signed yet, Kitasan Black has already changed her tune; the tall stack of folders and videotapes she is cradling are the materials she mentioned.

Those were the items Anjing Zhen asked Tokai Teio to help provide this afternoon.

Unlike other academies, the Student Council President of Central Treisen Academy wields immense power, capable of handling all sorts of academy affairs without needing to go through the Board of Trustees or the Chairman.

This includes the right to process academy archives, many of which contain information inaccessible to the outside world.

Anjing Zhen is currently just a newcomer and lacks the clearance to access them for the time being, but with Tokai Teio's approval, it is no longer an issue.

"Thank you for your hard work, Little Kita."

After entering through the door and turning straight into the living room, Anjing Zhen gestured casually toward the floor.

"Just put them anywhere. I'll go pour you some water."

"Oh, oh, okay... No need to trouble yourself, Trainer. The President treated me to plenty of honey drinks, so I'm not thirsty yet."

"Then just sit wherever... Have you eaten?"

"Not yet..."

Kitasan Black shook her head, then became spirited.

"I told the President as well that I will be taking care of the Trainer for the next few days. If the Trainer needs anything, just let me know!"

"I don't have any requests; just make yourself at home."

Taking out his phone, Anjing Zhen asked, "Shall I order takeout for you?"

"Does the Trainer always eat takeout?"

Kitasan Black paused, her gaze drifting around the room involuntarily.

Aside from a few pairs of shoes, the entryway was empty, but the living room was filled with items—books and videotapes related to Horse Girls and trainers, as well as many handwritten drafts, documents, and a laptop on the coffee table.

Although there were many things, everything was neatly arranged except for the books spread out on the sofa; there was no clutter or difficulty in finding a place to step.

If one had to point something out, the trash can was overflowing with crumpled drafts and takeout containers bearing the "Gray Hut" logo.

"Cooking for myself is too much of a hassle, and there's a restaurant down the street from the academy that makes great food and delivers quickly, so I've gotten used to it."

Placing his phone on the sofa, Anjing Zhen sat down and began casually flipping through the materials Kitasan Black had set down.

"If you don't like takeout, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you for a meal."

"Ah? No, that's fine."

Kitasan Black waved her hands repeatedly, then pulled out her phone.

"Then I'll order the takeout. The restaurant the Trainer mentioned is 'Gray Hut,' right?"

"This restaurant is actually very well-regarded at the academy. If everyone isn't eating at the cafeteria, they usually go there."

"Oh, right! This shop was actually opened by a few seniors. I wonder if the Trainer has met them... Huh?"

Just as she found the delivery app on her phone, she looked up to see Anjing Zhen opening the laptop on the coffee table and turning on the television and video player in the living room, piquing her curiosity.

"Trainer, what are you doing...?"

"Looking at some races from the Tokyo Racecourse and comparing them with your data."

Selecting a videotape and inserting it into the player, Anjing Zhen sat back on the sofa, placed the stack of documents next to the laptop, and explained casually:

"Your training hasn't been recorded, so we'll use this method to get a basic understanding of the situation first."

"The archives keep multi-angle footage that is hard to find online or elsewhere, and the data for the participants in each race is unique."

"Using these for comparison makes it easier to grasp your situation, though once the contract is signed, I will definitely need to see you run in person."

As he spoke, Anjing Zhen noticed that Kitasan Black's attention was almost entirely focused on the race being played, and he couldn't help but nod inwardly.

Running is an instinct for Horse Girls, as well as a yearning.

However, even with the same instincts and yearnings, there are differences between Horse Girls.

For instance, many of the Horse Girls he encountered back home weren't particularly passionate about racing—at least, not to the point of being as focused as Kitasan Black whenever a race was on.

From this perspective, this Horse Girl already possesses an excellent foundation in terms of competitive spirit.

What was playing was a pre-race interview; whether or not he watched it didn't make much of a difference, so while praising her silently, Anjing Zhen glanced at the phone in Kitasan Black's hand, picked up his own from the sofa, and casually ordered two meals.

Afterward, he began inputting and calculating data on the laptop, cross-referencing the footage with various statistics.

For a race, the most intuitive data is speed, with the three most important being the Start Gate speed, Cruising Speed, and the speed of the Last Spurt.

Start Gate speed is the time from the opening of the gate to the Horse Girl's reaction; theoretically, the limit for reaction time is 0.1 seconds, with the average being 0.25 seconds.

The difference here is often used to fight for position in the early stages and, to a certain extent, influences the tactics used later on.

Cruising Speed lasts the longest and generally refers to the speed between the early scramble and the final phase.

Most races see this speed between 15 and 17 meters per second, with the differences depending on the race distance, the level of the participants, and track conditions.

The Last Spurt speed can also be called maximum speed, used to decide the outcome in the final 600 meters.

This distance fluctuates by about 200 meters depending on the race distance, tactics, and the situation, and the speed changes accordingly.

Compared to the speed data displayed in the recordings, the records on file for Kitasan Black were not particularly outstanding; both the peak and average numbers were significantly lower.

However, Anjing Zhen was not surprised, as the former represented official race data while the latter was merely training data, and from before her debut at that.

What he focused on primarily was the fluctuation, or in other words, the variance of the data sets.

The smaller the variance, the more stable the data set; conversely, a larger variance indicated instability.

After calculating and verifying the figures over a dozen times, the conclusion was clear: Kitasan Black's current training data had a high variance, which meant her speed was not stable.

This situation could certainly be explained by her level of power control, but that was definitely far from enough.

Speed was merely the outward manifestation, and power control was only one of the causes. When broken down further, the remaining factors included oxygen uptake, body fat percentage, gait characteristics, and Running Stance habits; each one would influence her performance in both training and official races.

After switching to a few other algorithms and data sets, Anjing Zhen quickly formed a hypothesis beyond just her power level.

"Little Kita, have you ever specifically trained for the race-specific Gallop?"

"Go! Go! Go... eh?"

When Anjing Zhen spoke up to ask, Kitasan Black was watching the recording with great enthusiasm, cheering loudly for the Horse Girl on screen as if she were there in person.

"Gallop...? I learned about it in class, but..."

Looking a bit embarrassed, she scratched her head. "I haven't had a Trainer before, and the seniors in my family never taught me..."

Anjing Zhen fell into deep thought.

He had some prior impressions, and having just reviewed her files, he knew Kitasan Black was born into a large family that included other Horse Girls besides her.

However, none of them were particularly exceptional, so it was normal that no one had specifically pointed out the issue.

"Trainer, if I haven't mastered the Gallop, will my upcoming races..."

Knock, knock, knock. A series of knocks on the door interrupted Kitasan Black, and at the same time, Anjing Zhen's phone began to ring.