The first turn had already passed on the track.
In the blink of an eye, they entered the second turn.
The leader was still Deep Impact.
A horse length and a half behind, teeth clenched and pupils trembling, Kitasan Black stared fixedly at the figure diagonally ahead of her.
Having the Lead Position snatched by other Escape Horses, being disrupted while fighting for position, being forced by the turns... she had encountered all of these situations since her debut.
In her usual training, she had also undergone all kinds of targeted special training under Anjing Zhen's guidance.
Especially around the Satsuki Sho, she had practiced every fundamental and advanced technique of front-running day after day.
She was confident that if this training race had been another clash with Daiwa Scarlet, then even if her opponent was a senior, she would still have been able to seize the Lead Position.
Yet from the Start Gate until now, Deep Impact's Running Style had completely exceeded her expectations.
It was clearly still the opening stretch, yet she had erupted with astonishing speed as if this were the Final Straight.
It was clearly only the first turn, yet she had used the Outside Lane acceleration normally seen only at the Final Bend.
She clearly had not used any of the lead-running techniques Kitasan Black remembered, yet Kitasan Black had tried several times and still failed to overtake her.
No, this senior had not merely refrained from using lead-running techniques.
She had not used any techniques at all.
She was simply faster.
This senior was simply maintaining a speed faster than hers.
Yet this simple, brutal approach had left her unable to catch up for one-third of the race.
The breathing and stride reaching her ears from ahead remained terrifyingly steady.
The wood chips beneath