Slowing Race Reaction Speed

Slowed Race Reaction Speed

After watching California Spangle and the others board the plane, Kitasan Black did not go looking for Tokai Teio.

It was not that she distrusted her friends' advice, nor that she did not intend to follow it. It was simply that, while she did not really understand this whole matter of liking someone, she knew it was not something suitable to discuss in public.

And she knew that Tokai Teio was usually very busy. Even on her rest day, she had come to see off the Horse Girls heading overseas. Kitasan Black could not bear to trouble her further over her own affairs.

After thinking it over, she decided to take up a little of her senior's time at noon during training the next day.

Thus, after another night of tossing and turning, once she had finished a morning of practice with sweat still clinging to her temples, Kitasan Black nervously edged up to Anjing Zhen.

"Trainer—um, at noon today, I have... something to do, so... so I won't be going to the cafeteria with everyone."

Her voice was lower than usual, and her gaze wandered uncertainly.

Anjing Zhen was bent over the Record Board, writing something. Hearing her, he quickly looked up and replied casually.

"Alright, got it. I'm almost done here too, but if you're in a hurry, it's fine to go on ahead."

With that, he lowered his head again.

Already feeling somewhat guilty, Kitasan Black sighed in relief inwardly when she realized she had not drawn much attention.

Then, seeing Agnes Tachyon and Daiwa Scarlet on the other side focused on the training data as well, a flicker of apology passed through her heart.

Just as she was about to leave, she did not expect Almond Eye beside her to tilt her