Kitasan Black's Fury

It was not merely the all-out, life-or-death struggle on the track, nor merely the glory accumulated through nine G1 trophies.

It was also the absolute confidence of a victor, forged through the harshest battles—and the unquestionable majesty of a "ruler."

At this moment, all of it, mixed with utterly provoked wildness, poured out without reservation like a tsunami!

The air seemed to freeze in an instant, then turn thick and scorching.

The two representatives standing directly before her bore the brunt of it.

The male representative's practiced look of surprise and embarrassment froze within a thousandth of a second—then shattered.

He felt an aura blending savagery with that of an apex predator rushing straight at him, making his heart clench and the hairs on his back stand on end.

It was not the sort of pressure one could ever encounter at a negotiating table. It was something more primal, something that made one instinctively tremble.

He had never imagined that a Horse Girl could be such a terrifying existence.

He instinctively wanted to step back, but his heels seemed nailed to the floor. His throat tightened, and he could not force out even half a syllable. The female representative, who had been calmly taking notes all along, let her pen drop onto her open notebook with a clatter that sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent room.

Yet she did not notice at all. Her eyes were wide, her pupils slightly contracted, as though she had suddenly been thrown into a beast's territory. The color drained from her face, leaving only the terror of being caught off guard.

She could even feel that she was holding her breath, as though the slightest movement would awaken some dreadful presence.

It was not just the two of them. Everyone present had the