Feeling the fighting spirit of her two friends, Kitasan Black perked up.
Just as she was about to speak, she caught sight of figures approaching in the distance. Her eyes lit up, and she sprang to her feet, waving as she called out:
"Hey—Trainer, and Symboli Rudolf-senpai! Over here, over here!"
The ones walking over were Anjing Zhen and Symboli Rudolf.
Hearing Kitasan Black's booming voice, Anjing Zhen smiled helplessly and made a shushing gesture. When Kitasan Black froze for a moment before hurriedly covering her mouth, he gave another helpless smile, walked over, and said:
"Since you're all here, there's something I need to tell you..."
Midway through, he turned to Symboli Rudolf. Seeing her nod, he turned back and nodded as well.
"You should all know about the turf Practice Race.
"I just received word from California Spangle and the others. Taking into account the participants, the upcoming Dubai World Cup, and matters like adjusting to the time difference, the Practice Race has been set for three days from now."
Kitasan Black and the others froze at once. Then they exchanged looks and smiled confidently.
"Three days from now... All right!"
Clenching her fist, Kitasan Black said with complete confidence, "We were just talking about this, and we're all ready!
"Don't worry, Trainer and Symboli Rudolf-senpai. We'll give it everything we've got and take the championship!"
Though Futanari Shingang and Duramente said nothing, both looked at Anjing Zhen and Symboli Rudolf with confidence and nodded firmly.
Little Anzu looked at the three seniors with envy and admiration. Pressing her lips together, she clenched her fist as well. "Th-then I'll cheer for you, senpais. And I'll prepare towels, drinks, fruit, and things like that for you."
"Mm-hm! Then thank you, Little Anzu!"
Smiling fondly, Kitasan Black patted Little Anzu