In Tracen, Good at Doing Time

Luckily, they weren't sitting close together. Otherwise, Maruzensky could have seen what Zhou Yuang was writing with a sideways glance.

"Hard to say?"

He was thinking over his answer, yet his pen hadn't stopped moving?

Maruzensky was curious whether Zhou Yuang's plan was actually useful or nothing special.

But she couldn't look. An Uma Musume's training plan couldn't be shared casually, even if it was nothing special.

"Yeah. Where someone's limits lie is something only time can tell. Some Uma Musume keep defying common sense in ways ordinary people wouldn't even imagine."

For instance, the most free-spirited Uma Musume on the Student Council had done so many times.

Horse racing history had no shortage of miracles, and Oguri Cap was certainly one of them.

From one perspective, Oguri Cap's team had fallen short in some areas.

For example, one jockey who said Oguri Cap had saved him had mishandled an earlier race, leading her to a defeat she shouldn't have suffered.

And once, while the stablehands were playing mahjong, Tamamo Cross's assistant trainer noticed that Oguri Cap's feed was poorly balanced and contained ingredients that could make her gain weight. After he pointed it out, Oguri Cap beat Tamamo Cross at the Arima Kinen.

With examples from the real world to draw on, Zhou Yuang could naturally help Oguri Cap avoid some problems.

But could he guarantee she'd do better?

No. Reality always held surprises. Preventing accidents from happening to an Uma Musume was a trainer's job.

Zhou Yuang wasn't going to rest on the experience of those who came before him and feel smug about it.

What gave him the right? That others had already made the mistakes for him? That being from another world gave him information they lacked?

Standing on the shoulders of giants was something to