Uma Musume races had no absolutes. One small move could affect the whole field, and every Uma Musume's unintentional gesture or act of friendship could send that great beast, the pack, running in a different direction.
So however many random factors there were, the possibilities could not truly be infinite. After hundreds of races, the data ought to cover most of them.
"If the probabilities aren't calculated from current form and past race results, but built up from a mountain of statistical data..."
If someone could arrange for a group of Uma Musume to race over and over, like in a custom room in the mobile game, then...
Zhou Yuang realized something and turned toward the Fifth Pack.
As in any other race, every Uma Musume on the track was giving her all in the final G1 event of the year, on the biggest stage of all.
It looked full of chance. But to some people, had this all been designed from the start?
"...That's sickening."
Zhou Yuang curled his hand into a fist, as though he wanted to hit something, but stopped himself.
The enemy was not beside him.
Instead, he kept his hand on Sunday Silence, treating his friend as gently as he could.
"I have a lot I want to ask you, but I'd rather hear it after you've had time to recover."
An impulsive question might upset his friend. Zhou Yuang did not want to put Sunday Silence through any more pain.
"...I... will."
Sunday Silence's voice was hoarse, but his gaze had grown much calmer. He spread his fingers, letting himself see the track clearly.
"That girl's in a bad spot."
How was she supposed to deal with such an overwhelming information gap?
"She'll be fine. There's a saying at Tracen Academy in Japan: nothing