"The eight racehorses in this race are ready."
"The gates are open!"
Clack-
With a series of crisp clicks, seven racehorses charged out together.
Gold Ship visibly lagged behind the other seven.
"Sure enough, Gold Ship has broken late again."
"Victory Tucks, in gate seven, has quickly surged into second from the outside."
"Number two and number one, Hiding, have used their inside advantage to seize positions at the front."
"Number four, Gold Ship, and number eight are at the very back of the pack."
As soon as the race began, the commentator quickly analyzed how it was unfolding.
Unlike his dazzling performance in his first race.
This time, Gold Ship ran while bobbing his head.
It might not have been so noticeable on a horse of another color, but a gray horse doing that behind the pack was simply too conspicuous.
The favorite was still bringing up the rear, while the second favorite had taken the lead.
Megumi Mitsumori, watching from the stands, took the biggest blow.
He had avoided a slow start in his first race, only for the old problem to return in his second.
Fortunately, she had a strong heart.
And Gold Ship was clearly settling into his stride, little by little.
It wasn't as though Gold Ship couldn't run as a closer.
Sasaki really did have foresight. You never knew what might happen with Gold Ship.
But she had originally thought Gold Ship could run a pressing race again this time.
His physique was perfectly suited to that style.
Besides, this was only eighteen hundred meters. With Gold Ship's stamina, the distance was no problem at all.
"At the first turn, Gold Ship, who has been trailing the field, is gradually picking up speed."
"Despite his slow start, there's no questioning Gold Ship's ability."
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