The night was deep, but Shinzan still hadn't rested. She had just gotten off the plane and, without even a mont to adjust to the ti difference, rushed straight into another interview.
Only when today's work was finally done, and she returned to the hotel for a brief respite, did Shinzan finally have a chance to rub her weary eyes.
Sitting on the sofa, she relaxed her gaze and asked the assistant beside her, "What's on the schedule for tomorrow?"
Beside her, a sharp-looking female assistant with a sleek ponytail, black-frad glasses, and a well-tailored suit sorted through the papers in her hands before replying,
"Tomorrow morning, we're recording a program at France Télévisions. After finishing around noon and taking a short break, the docuntary team covering your Triple Crown record will take you around the area for so filming."
"The main the is revisiting mories of your training camp days in Europe as a child."
"Shooting will go until about eight in the evening, after which we'll attend a ribbon-cutting ceremony. It's Paris Tracen Academy's anniversary celebration soon, and you're giving a speech as a guest of honor."
Listening to the assistant lay out a schedule so packed it could steal one's breath, Shinzan's expression showed not a flicker of impatience.
She replied with a calmness that seed almost routine, "And after that?"
"If nothing unexpected cos up, that's all for the day."
The assistant flipped through her materials once more before confirming.
"Is that so… That's still fairly light, then."
Shinzan eased her posture slightly, leaning back against the sofa cushions, and let out a quiet sigh of relief.
What most would see as an unbearably demanding schedule, Shinzan viewed as a relatively easy day—at least far lighter than the non-stop grind she'd endured today.
As the first Uma Musu to defend a Triple Crown title, and the first to claim the Triple Crown three tis in a row, Shinzan's na had beco a symbol of Japanese racing on the global stage.
As a future leader, she had to take on more and more appearances to expand her influence.
Only by doing so could she hope to wrest a asure of freedom for Japan's Uma Musu from the grip of the European racing world.
After all, what Europe had originally expected of Shinzan was no different from any other Triple Crown hopeful: win one Triple Crown, retire obediently, and beco a mascot under Europe's control.
But she had chosen to resist.
Under mounting pressure, she seized the Triple Crown three tis in succession, forcing even the European racing establishnt to acknowledge her exceptional status and make concessions for her sake.
All of this—every bit of special privilege—was sothing Shinzan had earned through her own strength on the track.
To solidify that power, she would gladly work back-to-back engagents day after day without complaint.
She knew that the more exceptional her standing beca, the more she could secure for other Uma Musu.
Before her ti, the selection races at Central Tracen weren't open to all freshn.
Back then, the arrogant European racing circle would first handpick only the top-performing Uma Musu from each class for the trials.
Those who didn't et their standards weren't given even a sliver of a chance.
It was Shinzan, using her unique status, who won every freshman at Central Tracen a shot at changing their fate.
But Shinzan knew this change was still far from enough. In places beyond her reach, many Uma Musu were held back by limited talent, forever unable to chase their dreams.
Thinking of this, Shinzan felt she simply hadn't worked hard enough.
If she could beco even more exceptional, more Uma Musu could have their destinies rewritten because of her.
That's why she absolutely could not afford to stop.
Just as Shinzan was about to retire for the night to rest up for tomorrow's schedule, her assistant spoke up as if suddenly rembering sothing.
"By the way, Miss Shinzan… about the recent Satsuki Sho in Japan—there's been quite a stir."
Buried in her hectic schedule, Shinzan naturally hadn't had the energy to keep up with other news.
Besides, having won the Triple Crown three tis herself, she understood better than anyone what the European racing world aid to achieve by relentlessly establishing this event across the globe.
This Satsuki Sho was likely no different from those in the past.
Either Europe would send one of their own Uma Musu to claim it, or one of their previously chosen Triple Crown hopefuls would take it in due course.
However you looked at it, those were the only two outcos.
After a mont searching her mory, Shinzan said, "This year… this year should be Mr. C.B.'s turn to compete, right?"
"I thought she withdrew from the training camp. Did she enter after all? Or did sothing happen to her?"
Shinzan's tone was disbelieving.
As the face of Japanese racing, she made it a point to rember the nas of all of Japan's talented Uma Musu.
And Mr. C.B.—who had gone undefeated in the training camp and was hailed as the next hogrown Triple Crown contender after Shinzan—was naturally soone she knew well.
Still, Shinzan held so reservations about Mr. C.B.'s decision to leave the training camp back then.
In her view, if Mr. C.B. had successfully achieved the Triple Crown, she would have surely beco a key ally alongside another extraordinarily gifted Uma Musu, Symboli Rudolf, serving as Shinzan's right and left hands.
Together, the three of them could have made Japan's Uma Musu even more exceptional.
Perhaps, in ti, they might have gathered the strength to challenge the European racing world.
Although she sowhat felt Mr. C.B. had wasted her potential, Shinzan still cared deeply about her.
That's why, upon realizing this was Mr. C.B.'s year to compete for the Triple Crown, she imdiately fired off so many questions.
Just as she grew anxious to know whether sothing had happened to Mr. C.B., the assistant shook her head.
"It's related to Miss C.B., but she isn't the main reason for the commotion."
Shinzan imdiately furrowed her brow. According to her information, Mr. C.B. was the most talented Uma Musu of her generation in Japan.
If it wasn't about her, then what could possibly be noteworthy enough for the assistant to bring it up?
"Do you rember an Uma Musu nad Dream Weaver?"
Hearing the na, Shinzan searched her mory and recalled the Uma Musu who had caused quite a stir during the selection races a few months back.
She nodded and asked her assistant, "What about her? Did she cause more trouble?"
Back when Dream Weaver faced criticism from the European racing world over her remarks, it was actually Shinzan who had quietly worked behind the scenes to mitigate the fallout.
Judging by Dream Weaver's performance in the trials, she was a rare, outstanding talent among hogrown Uma Musu. Even after rejecting Europe's invitation, her future looked promising.
Shinzan had ant to recruit her but forgot amid her hectic schedule. Now, hearing her na again, Shinzan's first thought was that Dream Weaver had landed in another ss that needed cleaning up.
In response to Shinzan's question, the assistant shook her head again.
"She won the Satsuki Sho."
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