So, at the 2,000-meter mark, she definitely would not be sprinting that fast.
[Showa Red Supercar]: And she was originally suited to mile and sprint races, right?
Generally, the closer a 2,000-meter run was to two minutes, the better. But this was 3,000 meters, so a slightly slower pace was acceptable.
Her speed really was slow. But Bourbon had originally been judged suited to mile and sprint races. Besides, according to the narration, Zhou Yuang had trained Bourbon for a few weeks, not months.
If he had not trained her over short distances by day and added middle- and long-distance work at night...
And if he had planned and divided their training time sensibly...
[Hates Flashes and Manic Guys]: In other words, he showed that she might be able to run middle distances. But to that older trainer...
[Tracen Cold-Joke Master]: It was not just an affront to his dignity as a senior trainer. In that world, AT probably looked like a young trainer, too.
[Showa Red Supercar]: Either a talented genius who did whatever he pleased, or someone acting on another trainer's behalf.
"Well, something like that."
The older trainer would either see him as a talented but tactless kid or as a young errand boy taking orders from some other veteran trainer.
Either way, it put the older trainer in a difficult position.
The older trainer stared at Zhou Yuang, apparently weighing how to question him. Before he could, Zhou Yuang rubbed his chin and spoke first.
"Sorry, sir. I know what I did was rude, but I couldn't help it. She always moves like a machine, as if she doesn't have any emotions at all."
She was a living, breathing Uma Musume, yet she lived like a machine.
She spoke with rigid precision and viewed everything before