It wasn't just the two Horse Girls at the very front—every figure behind them was locked in this same kind of clash.
Just as he had said, the contest had begun long ago.
Anjing Zhen wished he had a pause button in hand, so he could stop the Horse Girls racing down the track and properly explain everything he had discovered to Kitasan Black.
But the race could not be paused.
Not only could it not be paused, a dramatic change occurred just as he was about to explain.
With no time to explain anything to Kitasan Black, his gaze sharpened. As though he could feel the heavy footsteps pounding against the turf, his nerves tensed uncontrollably.
The tacit coordination that had seemed rehearsed until now was shattered in an instant, and an oppressive atmosphere, so heavy it was hard to breathe, engulfed every Horse Girl on the track.
Seiun Sky's formerly steady rhythm seemed to break, her speed gradually slowing as she visibly drew closer to Special Week behind her.
Special Week's expression shifted slightly, but she made no move to accelerate. At the same time, her ears twitched unconsciously, and her gaze slanted backward.
Her eyes swept past the tense-faced Tsurumaru Tsuyoshi, then past Air Jihad at the rear of the leading pack.
They lingered briefly on Grass Wonder, who was staring intently ahead, and El Condor Pasa, mostly obscured behind Grass Wonder, before finally settling on a white-and-green figure moving toward the outer lane.
Hishi Akebono...? She planned to make her move now...?
Special Week's pupils contracted, but she immediately looked ahead again.
But Sky's pace... hasn't changed yet. This definitely isn't the same tactic she used at the Kikuka Sho!
So she was going to fight for position now...?
Just as that thought crossed her mind,