Erging from the tunnel, Dream Weaver didn't reveal her sharp edge. Under Narita Brian's overwhelming presence, she seed inconspicuous, just another ordinary Uma Musu destined to beco a backdrop for the Triple Crown.
In the past, she had often unconsciously revealed her edge, anticipating a powerful rival. But today was different. Today, Dream Weaver didn't want to confront anyone, nor was she searching for anything on the track.
All she wanted was victory in the Kikuka Sho.
All she wanted was the completion of the main scenario task.
To finish this scripted world, and then, carrying the ribbon her mother gave her, return to that hospital room—that was everything in Dream Weaver's heart right now.
She was just silently polishing the demon blade nad 'Murasa' in her heart, waiting for the mont it would be drawn.
Her indifference to her surroundings, however, was misunderstood by Star Man. She stared dumbfounded at the silent Dream Weaver, nearly hidden in the rain, her eyes full of disbelief.
Why had the terrifying Dream Weaver from the Kobe Shimbun Hai beco like this? Had she too been cowed by Narita Brian's pressure, choosing to retreat?!
Star Man's mouth opened and closed. The step she ant to take was withdrawn before her foot even landed.
She wanted to say sothing, but what right did she have to encourage Dream Weaver? She herself had just been scared sweat-drenched by Narita Brian's beast-like aura.
Looking at Dream Weaver's blurred form in the rain, Star Man could only shake her head silently.
Perhaps no one in this generation could ultimately challenge Narita Brian.
Fujino Makken O couldn't, rci Stage couldn't, she herself couldn't, and even Dream Weaver... couldn't do it either.
In the suffocating silence of the track, Kentaro Sugimoto and the other comntator finally finished announcing the nas of all the participating Uma Musu one by one. They exchanged a glance and spoke in unison.
"The final leg of the Classic Triple Crown, the Kikuka Sho, is about to begin!"
"All contestants, please take your positions!"
Hearing the comntators' voices, the Uma Musu finally dragged their stiffened bodies, step by step, as if marching to their execution, towards their respective starting gates.
For them, who already believed they knew the outco, this race held no suspense whatsoever.
The winner could only be Narita Brian.
The spectators thought the sa, but they weren't enduring Narita Brian's imnse pressure. So, even knowing the presud outco, they still watched the track with anticipation, wanting to witness the birth of the Triple Crown winner with their own eyes.
"Will she win?"
Among the increasingly restless crowd, Fujino Makken O and rci Stage also watched the track nervously, unconsciously gripping each other's hands.
"Will she win?"
Though his mouth was taking over the topic from his colleague, Kentaro Sugimoto's heart had long since flown to the track. Through a pane of glass, he gazed at the vague red figure in the rain, praying silently in his heart.
"Will she win?"
Inside the starting gate, Star Man breathed heavily. The wait for the race to start felt both endless and suffocating. To steady her mind, she could only ask herself the question over and over in her heart.
"She will win."
Narita Brian stared sharply at the turf beyond the gate. The path to victory had already opened before her.
In this Kikuka Sho, she would hold back no longer. She would use an absolute margin to declare war on the Uma Musu of the previous generation.
Whether people were excited or bewildered, distracted or confident of victory, ti flowed on unchanged.
The mont the gates flew open, everything would be decided in the dust churned up by the running Uma Musu.
And what Dream Weaver waited for was a single instant.
The mont the gates opened, ti seed to freeze. Raindrops hung suspended in mid-air, refracting the Uma Musu's sharply contracted pupils and bewildered faces.
Their bodies, sensing danger, instinctively sent warnings to their brains, yet many Uma Musu still couldn't comprehend what was happening. Why, the instant the gates opened, did the world seem to transform?
From within the gray curtain of rain, a streak of red, bright as blood, suddenly flashed.
Before they could process it, a sound like a sword being drawn—a sharp shiiing—echoed across the track. Accompanied by a wave of scorching air and boiling rainwater, the demon blade 'Murasa' was unleashed.
The Uma Musu, already shaken by Narita Brian's aura, saw an illusion of the world being split in two. A glaring red streak of light, sharp as a blade, tore through the rain curtain.
The raindrops, sliced in two, drifted slowly past their eyes, their reason severed along with that lethal blade's edge.
"A... a Great Escape?!"
Kentaro Sugimoto stared, dumbstruck, at the red streak of light tearing through the rain like a teor, his voice full of disbelief as he spoke into the microphone.
He wasn't the only one shocked into stupefaction. At this mont, every person in the stands was captivated by that crimson streak of light.
They watched, mouths agape, as Dream Weaver shot past the other Uma Musu at an incredible speed, leaving even Narita Brian, their previous favorite, far behind.
So spectators, new to Uma Musu races, asked those around them in confusion, "This... this is a Great Escape, right? Can you even use that tactic in the three-thousand-ter Kikuka Sho?"
For those with more knowledge, the scene before them was even more unbelievable. Hearing the novice's question, a bespectacled middle-aged man replied instinctively, "Impossible! I've watched races for years and never seen a Great Escape in the Kikuka Sho!"
In fact, it wasn't just the Kikuka Sho. On turf, which favored late speed, Uma Musu who employed a Great Escape in middle to long-distance races were already rare.
As everyone was bewildered, an old man wearing a trainer's cap narrowed his eyes at the red streak of light that had left almost everyone behind and recalled in a deep voice, "I rember one record of a Great Escapee winning the Kikuka Sho."
His words imdiately drew everyone's attention. They turned and looked at the old man with expectant eyes.
The old man pondered for a mont before speaking. "But that was from my youth, decades ago. The mory is fuzzy. I never thought I'd see an Uma Musu choose a front-running strategy in the Kikuka Sho after all these years."
Just as people were feeling disappointed, suddenly an idea seed to strike one spectator in the crowd, who said hesitantly, "I think during her introduction, they said this Uma Musu cos from so fallen noble family?"
"So, is it possible..."
"...that her elder from that family back then won the Kikuka Sho championship in exactly this way? And now she's using this thod from the past to reclaim glory for her family?"
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