That day, Kitasan Black suddenly found her training rather strange.
It began with the usual Wall Running.
1.9 meters, 1.5 meters, 2.4 meters—the three heights she had practiced the longest had long since been etched into her bones.
Even with her eyes closed, she could control her height and run sideways along the wall for the distance Anjing Zhen specified. She had hardly fallen off the wall anymore.
Yet for some reason, as she practiced at 2.4 meters, the wall she knew so well suddenly seemed to stretch on without end.
Her stamina, too, somehow became endless.
Anjing Zhen had not called for a stop, and she could still run, so she unconsciously kept racing along the boundless wall.
At some point, the wall suddenly turned into a racetrack.
The track was covered in lush green turf and stretched on just as endlessly.
From the railings and grandstands that had appeared on either side at some point, this place seemed to have become Tokyo Racecourse.
Cheers and shouts erupted at once, while an exhilarating commentator's voice echoed throughout the racecourse.
"After rounding the bend comes the Final Straight, where there's no turning back! The Japanese Derby has a long stretch, and a fateful showdown is about to unfold here!"
Both abruptly and naturally, thunderous pursuing hoofbeats came from behind her.
Every step gave everything they had, exhausting every last ounce of strength.
The tremors each step sent through the turf resonated with her own heartbeat.
One set of hoofbeats resonated most strongly with her heart. It felt familiar, yet impossibly distant.
Before she could tell whose hoofbeats they were, the commentator suddenly raised his voice.
"Into the straight... Tokai Teio is sprinting!
"Tokai Teio is coming!
"Tokai Teio is making her move from the Outside Lane!
"Only 400 meters remain!