Twilight Song’s start was incredibly steady—how steady?
She’d even closed her eyes, relying purely on instinct and hearing. With her mind emptied of distractions, the instant the gates opened, she shot forward like a released arrow.
Wind battered fiercely against her cheeks. Her petite fra was now her greatest advantage.
She split the gale apart, her footsteps never slowing, only driving harder forward!
Twilight Song’s performance now was even more exaggerated than her explosive run at the Gotham Stakes back in Arica.
After all, this was Japan, and beneath her feet was the lightning-fast grass turf.
While such terrain tortured the delicate hooves of Uma Musu, it also gave her speed a boost beyond imagination.
Thus, with the crowd’s cheers of "Ruka" echoing throughout the stadium, the pale-haired filly surged forward, taking the lead imdiately.
The noisy chaos behind vanished instantly. Whatever the other girls chasing her said or shouted didn’t matter at all. All Twilight Song heard was the roaring wind, the sound of turf crushed beneath her feet, and the overwhelming anticipation from the countless spectators.
Exactly as it should be. The Satsuki Sho? This racetrack is my throne—only my na belongs here.
A rare, prideful thought flickered through Twilight Song’s mind, only to be imdiately crushed.
She lowered herself even further, recklessly and wildly—then pressed forward with renewed strength!
Acceleration was a brutal sensation, yet oddly exhilarating. Twilight Song felt as though the world froze briefly each ti her feet struck the turf.
But in the next mont, as she shifted her weight, adjusting for even greater speed, the entire world rushed backward at dizzying speed.
She wasn’t moving backward.
No, it was the world itself hurtling toward her.
So this is running, huh... Haha, just keep your legs moving forward. Only forward. Everything else, every worry or thought can be left behind...
In this mont, Twilight Song only needed to care about the finish line in front of her, not the countdown of her life racing to catch up.
At least for now, Twilight Song was still running ahead of death itself.
Yeah, this is great. Running like this... it’s wonderful, isn’t it?
A wild, fierce smile spread across Twilight Song’s childish face.
Why think about pointless things—unnecessary, irrelevant things?
The track, the race, the run—Ruka, all you have to do is go faster, faster, and leave everyone else behind.
Tear them apart with an overwhelming lead.
Twilight Song began to accelerate even more furiously.
"The race pace is incredibly fast from the start! Yaeno Muteki’s attempt to block failed spectacularly! As expected, Twilight Song is leading decisively. Nobody can even get close to her! Even if she slows down later, can anyone possibly overco this massive advantage?"
"The chasing group behind—can they surpass her? Can they catch her? Can they pose any challenge at all? Second favorite Yaeno Muteki! Third favorite Sakura Chiyono O!"
Yaeno Muteki grit her teeth, her eyes locked firmly onto the distant figure ahead—the rival leading far in front.
She stared as if the entire world vanished, leaving only Yaeno Muteki herself and that opponent in the distance.
The one who had left her far behind, on the verge of stealing victory.
This was a race that determined victory from the very start. The destructive power of a runaway type Uma Musu destroyed the rhythm of everyone else, invalidating all tactics and reducing the race to a brutal test of pure strength.
Not to ntion Twilight Song’s petite body allowed her to perform maneuvers nobody else would dare attempt.
At the first corner, under Yaeno Muteki’s intense scrutiny, Twilight Song accelerated yet again... and executed the sa horrifying, nearly impossible turn that had shocked everyone at the Gotham Stakes.
A maneuver resembling a drifting racecar, terrifying every watching Uma Musu.
Won’t her legs break from that?
Isn’t she afraid of ending her entire career with one misstep?
She’s a madwoman—a monster whose sheer power inspires fear.
Maybe it’s already over...
Honestly, losing to such overwhelming strength wasn’t shaful. Even if she gave up now, nobody would criticize her. Her fans, expecting victory, would understand and say:
"It’s okay, Yaeno Muteki. Losing to a monster like her is normal—just co back stronger next ti."
Yaeno Muteki closed her eyes for a mont—but then imdiately increased her speed again.
Give up? True, conserving stamina for second place was probably smarter. If she stopped chasing an impossible hope now, she might even guarantee a respectable finish.
But even so, Yaeno Muteki refused to back down, refused to settle for fighting the others.
She was a warrior, the successor of the Yaeno Kongō Kan style. She was willing to sacrifice everything for victory.
Who here isn’t a monster? Aren’t we all competing in the Triple Crown?
Yaeno Muteki would never say, "I give up." She was an Uma Musu who would race with all she had until the very end!
Chase her! Catch up to her!
So what if the gap is huge? Distance doesn’t matter, neither does her speed. As long as I keep chasing, even for a brief mont...
I’ll catch her, and then decisively surpass her.
Witness the resilience and courage of Yaeno Kongō Kan style!
The long-haired brunette suddenly surged ahead, completely breaking away from the chasing group. She took a firm hold of second place and...
...beca the first to launch a direct challenge.
Yaeno Muteki felt her steps lighten, her speed increasing steadily. The figure far ahead was no longer pulling away—little by little, the gap was narrowing...
Leading? How long can you keep this up? At this first turn, I’ll catch you!
Yaeno Muteki grinned boldly, choosing to accelerate further at the corner as well.
"Yaeno Muteki! Yaeno Muteki has cleared the first turn as well! Unbelievable! She didn’t slow down at all—this... this is incredible!"
"I’m not done yet!"
Yaeno Muteki shouted fiercely, each step echoing like thunder.
With every stride she took, flashes of golden lightning sparked beneath her hooves.
The challenger had arrived—like lightning, like thunder!
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