"By the way, how is Thousand Faces doing?"
As Zepp spoke, the staff gathered around the low table turned their somewhat concerned gazes over as well.
"Mm... I suppose things are going smoothly enough."
Though she had caused the stablehands quite a bit of trouble.
Besides the poor [Running Style] detected through [Detector], her physical attributes of [Explosiveness] and [Strength] were a rather impressive "D+" and "C-" respectively for a one-year-old.
As for [Wisdom], it was a thoroughly eye-darkening "F+."
Not that the result came as much of a surprise.
"Haa—
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Unable to help himself, he sighed and reached for the teacup on the table.
The tea had already gone cold, but to his parched throat, it still felt like rain from heaven.
Once the fatigue accumulated during the business trip had eased a little, he immediately threw himself into another round of work.
Even private owners uninvolved in breeding or raising horses had much of their attention taken up at this time of year by evaluations and stable placement for two-year-olds. For an owner who was also a breeder, there was even more work to do, such as checking on yearlings and broodmares.
As for the yearlings, although Poetic Banquet had only just joined the farm and was technically still one herself, under the Northern Hemisphere system, the responsibility of serving as the farm's leading two-year-old this year would likely fall entirely on her.
Just as he took out his phone and prepared to contact a trainer he knew well, he noticed an item on tomorrow morning's to-do list: [Visit from a Miho Trainer].
That meant the only trainers he still needed to contact were those from Ritto.
He let out a small sigh of relief.
[I just bought a two-year-old offspring of Sea of Beginnings.]
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