My Reason for Persevering

"I understand."

After making the final confirmation, Trainer Wada began making calls.

Perhaps considering the time difference between the two places, although he did have Duman Lai Jockey's personal contact information, he called his American agent, Thomas, first.

"I'm Thomas, Duman Lai Jockey's agent."

The first thing that came from the other end of the speakerphone was a recorded message like that.

Then, it quickly switched to a low male voice.

"Could you ask Duman Lai Jockey to make time to return to Japan? I may have a request for a stable jockey on my end."

After briefly explaining the situation in a sentence or two, Trainer Wada hung up—the entire call had lasted less than half a minute.

"They agreed. Mirko will take the nearest flight back."

Hearing those unexpectedly quick words, the finger that had been scrolling through the screen to book a restaurant stopped.

"I thought it would take longer."

"Mirko has had it rough these past few years too."

Though his tone sounded calm, Trainer Wada still pursed his lips unconsciously after saying that.

The day after arriving in Beijing.

I had originally thought it would be another same-day round trip as usual, but thanks to Trainer Wada's hospitality, I stayed an extra night at the racing association hall in Ritto.

When I woke up, the fatigue I felt upon opening my eyes was no lighter than usual.

That was because I had had a long-overdue, in-depth conversation with Trainer Wada and Trainer Ikee the night before, and before I knew it, bedtime had passed.

The discussion had mostly been about the two-year-old generation.

Though it sounded strange to start Sea City Star's offspring on dirt, the stable had decided to do exactly that.

As for the reason for choosing dirt races, before a Racehorse's body