At this moment, Kitasan Black was immensely grateful that she had been able to fight side by side with Anjing Zhen while preparing for the race.
It had let her realize, from the very beginning of this Arima Kinen—no, even earlier—that the race as she saw it was utterly different from those of the past.
She was even more grateful that, over the course of this year, they had been through everything together. Whatever happened, she could tell Anjing Zhen, and he would always respond with endless patience.
She felt that without that, she could never have remained so calm in this Arima Kinen.
She was not good at speed, but she possessed extraordinary Instantaneous Burst Power.
There were only limited times she could use that ability in a race; over a distance of 2,500 meters, she could use it at most four times.
But as long as she seized the right moment, it could become the key to securing victory—or even turning the tide.
The first had been in the opening stretch. The moment she sensed the timing she had rehearsed beforehand, she unleashed her power with precision, instantly surged into first place, and successfully seized the Lead Position. In one stroke, she established an early advantage and laid a solid foundation for the follow-up race.
The second was when she passed through the Third Turn again.
The opponents behind her had all begun looking for chances to overtake her, while Gold Ship was also pressing closer step by step. All she could feel at her back was tension and fierce aggression.
But as she burst forward once more, she drew upon the techniques she had accumulated day after day, skillfully using the curve of the turn and centrifugal force to perfectly evade her opponents' charge and continue dictating