An Unexpected Name Pointing Toward the Future

One weekend in early November.

Since they were already in Beijing, they decided to make a detour to Champion Hill Training Center, where Sawin was recovering before entering the stable.

Then, by chance, they ran into Mr. Sugiyama, who had also come to visit the training farm.

However—

Rather than a visit, Mr. Sugiyama's side of things looked more like he had come to demand answers.

"This is simply too much."

The moment they stepped out of the training farm, Mr. Sugiyama could no longer hold it in.

It was rare for him to lose his temper.

Apparently, a two-year-old horse originally scheduled to debut early had passed its gate trial smoothly, only to remain at Champion Hill for nearly two months. Then the Trainer had notified him: "Quarantine is extremely backed up, and we can't confirm when the horse can enter the stable. At this rate, it will be difficult to get it into the stable before the end of the year."

Quarantine for entering Tracen was generally conducted every Thursday. If they missed it, temporary quarantine could even be arranged over the weekend—Mr. Sugiyama, with his many years of experience as an owner, at least knew that much.

Even for people who had watched and participated in Racehorse for a long time, becoming an owner brought countless first-time experiences.

There were always far more unreported stories in the world.

"Now that it's come to this, all we can do is find a way to transfer the horse to Miho."

Mr. Sugiyama sighed as they walked.

What was the hardest part about becoming an owner for the first time? Quite literally, it was being completely in the dark.

Unless one had relatives involved in the racing world, it was normal to know no one at training farms or training