Mikki Rocket and Her Trainer

As training gradually progressed, Almond Eye watched from the sidelines, completely absorbed, unconsciously softening even her breathing.

She had originally been holding several bottles of sports drink and towels, tasked with being ready to hand out supplies at any moment.

But now, all her attention was drawn to the silent yet fiercely intense battle unfolding on the training track.

Senior Kitasan Black was clearly already exhausted. Every step seemed to be fighting against the weight of her entire body, yet her gaze was sharper and more focused than in any previous training session.

It was not the sharpness of merely pursuing speed.

The exertion of every muscle, the depth of every breath, the subtle adjustments to her stride rhythm—

Under the extreme strain, and beneath the terrifying pressure of pursuit from Senior Tamamo Cross and Senior Oguri Cap, she was stubbornly maintaining a certain precise control.

This was what it looked like when a top Horse Girl challenged her own limits—

Almond Eye was deeply shaken.

It was not as though she had never seen Kitasan Black train, nor had she never watched top-tier races or "competed" with elite seniors.

But back then, she had yet to reach Full Maturity and had not undergone formal training. All she had were vague, immature impressions.

Now that she had begun systematic training, her eye for detail was rapidly improving, and she could see far more than before.

For example, she could clearly tell that Senior Little Kita was working hard to put the requirements of a new Running Style into practice.

Unlike her usual compact, swift style, the senior was consciously—and laboriously—trying to lengthen her stride.

Though under the dual pressure of exhaustion and pursuit, those attempts came and went, seeming especially clumsy and strenuous, Almond Eye could see the effort and