When El Condor Pasa mentioned Almond Eye, not only the Horse Girls on the track but also the spectators in the stands noticed her, asking about her and offering their opinions.
In one corner of the stands, a group of younger Horse Girls had gathered together, their eyes sparkling as they chatted excitedly.
One petite Horse Girl asked curiously, "Almond Eye? Which one is she? That senior praised her so much just now, I didn't even react."
Her companion, who wore a high ponytail, stretched her neck as she peered around and explained, "She's the one running around the middle, probably in seventh or eighth place."
"Oh, oh, she's in eighth now. That's her.
"I saw her stamina test results this morning—they were really good. I didn't expect her to be so outstanding in an actual race too."
The petite Horse Girl suddenly understood, her eyes filled with admiration. "Wow, she's amazing. I want to be like her someday too."
Not far away, several upperclassman Horse Girls were discussing her as well.
One senior wearing a cap adjusted its brim, her gaze appraising. "This Almond Eye really has some skill.
"Her Start Gate was a little slow, but she adjusted quickly. Being able to find her own rhythm so fast in a race like this shows she has a lot of potential."
The senior beside her, dressed in an exquisite tracksuit, nodded slightly and added, "And according to Senior El Condor Pasa, she knows how to read the situation and choose her position. That kind of race-day sharpness isn't something an ordinary rookie has."
In the front rows of the audience, several Trainer-looking people were talking as well.
A slightly plump Trainer stroked his chin and said to his colleague beside him, "This Almond Eye really does have a lot