Entering the turn.
Kitasan Black tilted her head slightly. In the corner of her eye was a flash of glaring crimson that seemed almost within reach.
The scarlet streak was incomparably swift, like a golden ray wrapped around the sun itself, charging toward her with unquestionable, thunderous force.
As that gold-red flash drew closer, the image in Kitasan Black's eyes grew clearer—
Silver-gray long hair and tail streamed wildly in the high-speed rush, every strand seeming alive as it boldly proclaimed defiance and determination.
Those light pink eyes, usually so carefree and irreverent, now blazed with scorching light like a burning sun, carrying a resolve that would not rest until its goal was achieved.
Her muscles were taut and powerful. With every push against the ground and every swing of her legs, one could see the tremendous strength contained within her, like a majestic warship finally sighting harbor.
This was not the first time Kitasan Black had seen Gold Ship charging forward at full speed.
But it was indeed the first time she had witnessed it with her own eyes on the track.
Perhaps it would also be the last.
The realization made Kitasan Black's heart tremble, and a memory suddenly surfaced in her mind.
It had been not long ago, when she learned that this Arima Kinen would be Gold Ship's retirement race.
At the time, she had watched the press conference on television with Anjing Zhen. As she watched her senior's lips move across the screen, she felt as though the entire world were spinning around her.
An indescribably complex tide of emotions surged wildly through her chest—shock, reluctance, sorrow, and a trace of inexplicable panic.
After that, almost without hesitation, full of agitation and confusion, she had searched everywhere for her senior based on her memories.
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