Amid the clamor of the commentators and the stands, the Horse Girls on the track swept into the bend like the wind.
Horseshoes struck the track in a dense, thunderous rhythm, like urgent war drums pounding against everyone's heartbeats.
The afternoon sunlight poured down, illuminating their agile forms as sweat glimmered like crystal on their hair and tail tips.
As they raced at top speed, the formation constantly shifted, their figures weaving into a blur of shadows.
In the fierce contest, a black gold figure emerged with a slim lead of around one length, charging at the very front.
Her steps were light yet intensely rhythmic, every push against the ground containing immense power.
Her short black hair and black-and-gold Victory Outfit flew wildly in the wind, like flowing flames and surging waves, radiating an indescribable dominance.
The Horse Girls close behind her refused to yield as well. Their gazes were resolute, their teeth clenched as they followed with all their strength.
Their breaths came fast and heavy, the hot air they exhaled rapidly condensing into white mist in the cold winter wind of late December.
One Horse Girl with chestnut long hair was desperately trying to close the gap ahead. The taut lines of her muscles flickered beneath her skin, and every arm swing was filled with swift force.
Another Horse Girl with black long hair had unyielding Fighting Spirit in her eyes. She weaved deftly through Midfield, attempting to overtake her rivals from the Inner Lane with her superb cornering skills.
Before long, the entire field gradually stretched into a line. Clearing the bend beneath the excited gazes of hundreds of thousands, they charged toward the straight directly in front of the stands.
The spectators who had still been seated rose one after another, joining those already standing