Given Kitasan Black's current popularity, even before the Arima Kinen vote had begun, securing the right to enter would not be difficult.
That would mean her opponents would no longer be limited to Duramente, Satono Crown, and the others from her own generation, but would also include the senior horses from the older generation.
Arima Kinen...
Unconsciously tightening his grip on the training report in his hand, making the paper rustle, Anjing Zhen could not help muttering to himself.
"If it's a fan vote, Little Kita's current popularity should be enough. But winning the Arima Kinen in her Classic Year..."
Just as he was about to pull up the records for past Arima Kinen races, he suddenly heard a knock at the door. Without thinking much of it, he casually said, "Come in."
"You're not asleep yet, are you, Trainer? Then I'm coming in."
Hearing the familiar voice, Anjing Zhen, who had been immersed in thought, abruptly snapped back to his senses.
He instinctively turned his head, and his gaze was instantly drawn to the figure by the door.
She had clearly just taken a bath, and Kitasan Black gave off a distinctly different air at that moment.
The braid she usually tied up with her bow-shaped ear accessory had been completely let down, her smooth hair cascading over her shoulders and gleaming like black silk.
Her red eyes still held their usual energy and vitality, but beneath the soft lamplight, they seemed a little less lively and exuberant, with a touch more quietness and gentleness.
Looking at the girl who seemed somewhat different from the image he had of her, Anjing Zhen's gaze seemed frozen. He stared blankly for a while before finally snapping out of it.
Realizing that he had probably been staring too obviously, he cleared his