Training Center.
The horse transport truck came to a stop. Mirai and Yamana Takuto were already waiting there.
Today was the day Gold Ship returned to the Training Center. The two of them had come back to Tokyo ahead of time and begun preparing for his return.
Neigh, neigh-
As soon as Gold Ship stepped off the truck, he spotted his little follower.
Come welcome your emperor.
Mirai had gone to the ranch to see him earlier, of course, but she had returned soon afterward. They still had some paperwork to take care of here.
"Ship."
Mirai ran straight over and hugged his neck.
They could finally stay together again.
After such a long rest, Gold Ship was noticeably more energetic, and he had gained quite a bit of weight. Clearly, he had been eating well.
"Thanks for all your hard work."
Yamana Takuto also chatted with the transport truck's crew.
Fortunately, Gold Ship was not the sort of racehorse who liked to fight with the transport truck.
The journey had gone smoothly, too.
With Gold Ship safely back, their workload would only grow heavier. The Derby was a crucial battle.
Still, he felt more confident about the Derby. Gold Ship's fitness and stamina would be more than enough for 2,400 meters.
Golden Masterpiece had won in pouring rain last year. They could do it this year, too.
And Sasaki was nothing less than a god of war at Tokyo Racecourse.
Neigh, neigh-
Seeing that they still were not heading back to the stable, Gold Ship pawed at the ground.
How long are we staying here?
He had spent more than enough time cooped up in the transport truck. Now that he was out, he naturally wanted to stretch his legs.
"Yamana, we'll head back first, then."
Seeing Gold Ship