The Final Pursuit
On the rain-washed track of Hanshin Racecourse, Kitasan Black's long-accumulated strength erupted completely at this moment.
Her black-and-gold Victory Outfit snapped fiercely in the wind like a banner of victory, while her ponytail danced wildly behind her like black flames.
She was like a train charging headlong ahead, like an arrow drawn taut for far too long, surging toward the final straight with unstoppable momentum.
Every step she took struck the ground like a heavy hammer, splashing vast sprays of mud into the air. The mud flew wildly about as though cheering for her fearless charge.
Her muscles tensed and stretched, and every all-out burst of power sent her body racing forward like lightning.
Behind her, Satomi Noble was chasing with everything she had. She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with unwillingness and determination, her legs alternating at tremendous speed as her horseshoes pounded out violent impacts against the ground.
But as she desperately chased after her, she discovered in horror that her stamina was beginning to run short.
Only now did she wake as if from a dream and realize it: during the first half, Kitasan Black had given up on taking the lead and instead stayed near the front, only switching to her specialty, Slow Escape, in the latter half.
This—this had been Kitasan Black's complete strategy!
With this strategy, her opponent had conserved a considerable amount of stamina.
And for a Horse Girl skilled at long-distance races, extraordinary stamina was already an advantage to be proud of.
Now that it had been preserved as well, the effect it could produce was downright terrifying:
The footsteps coming from ahead were like precise drumbeats, their rhythm so steady it was infuriating. Every landing carried a heart-pounding cadence, as though she were playing a battle song