Be careful not to get kicked flying
Having Kitasan Black train together with Gold Ship and Nakayama Celebration was nothing new for Anjing Zhen. After confirming they had finished their warm-up, he quickly decided on the specific training regimen.
Before long, the training equipment on their group's field had been rearranged according to Anjing Zhen's plans.
A row of traffic cones had been lined up across the entire damp track, one every five meters. They were coated in conspicuous fluorescent yellow paint, making their positions visible even from far away.
By the cones, Gold Ship wore a rare serious expression as she checked their placement one by one. From time to time, she reached out to adjust one or asked Anjing Zhen, who stood by the field.
Standing before the first cone, Kitasan Black brushed aside her bangs, dampened by the warm-up, and looked over the training field. Her ear tips twitched slightly as she rose onto her toes and tapped the ground.
She had barely used any force, yet her toe immediately sank into the turf. At the same time, she heard the faint gurgle of mud bubbling up, while the rich scent of wet grass and the earthy tang of soil filled her nose.
Furrowing her brow in some distress, she could not help muttering, "Compared to the Heavy Track training I did before, this field is really in much worse condition."
Nakayama Celebration, who was sitting beside her and stretching, nodded at her quiet words. "The field this special training is based on is actually Longchamp Racecourse, rather than Hanshin Racecourse. Anjing already told you that, right?"
Kitasan Black hurriedly nodded. "Mm-hm! We talked about it specifically. We also talked about Meisei-chan and the others' race plans after the Takarazuka Kinen—the Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe at