Hokkaido Horse Racing Story.

Chapter 109 The Truth about Magic

The next morning, Kitano opened his eyes according to his expedition schedule.

The hour hand points to 5 o'clock.

It’s still early for Dubai.

But in the East Kowloon District, it should be a little late to get up.

When we arrived at the restaurant, there didn't seem to be many people there except for a few chefs.

Kitano's staple food of choice is a South Asian fried flatbread called "Vada".

In addition, miso soup and even shrimp dumplings were also seen.

However, with the thought that "since it's so rare to go abroad, it would be a shame not to try the local cuisine", I chose saffron-dyed milky rice as the second main course.

Although I only found out later that this was meant to be a dessert.

I ate breakfast slowly while browsing my phone.

The two tweets posted on "X" yesterday, whether it was a photo of all the camp members with the trophy or the second-walk declaration of the Kentucky Derby, seemed to be a sign of great popularity.

Mejiro Sakuya's name is still on the hot search list in Japan.

It seems that it is completely overwhelming to read the various tweets in reply below.

I had no choice but to click on the congratulations sent by relatives.

In between replying to messages, he took a bite of his rice.

What is this smell?

Sure enough, it’s good to try exotic flavors occasionally.

After expending as much energy as I did in yesterday's competition, I finally managed to have breakfast.

After the meal, the chef enthusiastically served a special "winner salad".

The bottom of the bowl was covered with assorted fruits, and the top was decorated with a pattern of deer-hair horses made up of crushed biscuits, nuts, cream, and the like.

There is absolutely no way I could touch food that can be considered a work of art.

However, after taking photos from several angles, I still ate the "Mejiro Sakuya" in front of me with a little regret.

I walked out of the hotel with a heavy feeling in my stomach.

The slight coolness that remained on the body was evaporated almost the moment it came into contact with the sunlight.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, the temperature had exceeded 30 degrees.

I had chosen breathable sportswear, but I was still sticky when I arrived at the quarantine stable.

Then, I quickly experienced the feeling of pouring water on hot sand.

The strong cold air in the stable was blowing, making Kitano shiver.

It was still early, but the surroundings were filled with a vibrant atmosphere.

The figures of stable attendants and trainers came and went, and the air they exhaled almost gathered into white mist.

As they walked towards Mejiro Sakuya's stable, trainers and stable boys kept offering their congratulations.

Kitano had to slow down and thank them one by one.

When we arrived at the stable, Huangshan had already started working.

The trainer's mottled hair was somewhat disheveled, and his face showed a mixture of excitement and exhaustion.

"Good morning, Mr. Kitano."

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Huangshan finally raised his drooping eyelids.

After a hastily exchanged greetings, they quickly lowered their heads to write something on their tablets.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Kitano nodded slightly, then glanced inside the stable.

Mejiro Sakuya leaned against the wall, half closing her eyes and enjoying the cool air blowing in from the air vent directly above.

It looks no different from usual.

After entering the stable, Kitano bent down and touched the hoof wall of the deer-hair horse.

Temperature is normal.

There seemed to be no difference in his gait while standing.

However, during the subsequent stretching, slight tremors in the leg muscles were observed.

The buttocks and hind legs also feel stiffer than usual.

When pressing the main working muscle groups, Mejiro Sakuya did not show any obvious resistance.

However, after letting go of his hand, the deer-haired horse turned around looking a little depressed.

After all, I am tired.

"In that case, you might as well rest for a few more days." Stepping out of the stable, Kitano stated the results of his palpation.

"Just do it."

The trainer nodded, then showed a somewhat distressed expression.

"In this kind of weather, I can't even relax my muscles at a place like the wildebeest arena—"

The harsh climate makes any outdoor training program more rigorous.

In addition, the quarantine stables used to entertain overseas racehorses will be closed in three days.

Is to return to Japan to recuperate for a while -

Or go directly to the United States——

In any case, we must hurry and make a choice.

For Kitano, this was not a question that required long consideration.

"Let's go back to Japan first."

Although Mejiro Sakuya's recovery momentum is still optimistic, it is still too difficult for her to go to Kentucky in such a state.

And even if you arrive in the United States early, there seems to be very limited things you can do.

The rumors about the "Kentucky Prison" are actually not false.

"Then let's go back first."

Huangshan nodded as if he was relieved.

"But the transportation entertainment is also okay, right?"

The trainer raised his head again and asked.

If the flight is not directly to the United States via the UAE, the transportation and hospitality of the UAE derby winner will be deemed to have been waived.

"Rather than that, it's more important to find a way to adjust your condition."

Kitano said, his eyes turning to the dozing deer-haired horse.

"That's right—"

Huangshan nodded and turned to look at Mejiro Sakuya.

The silence continued for some time.

"Then I'll contact Flyt Express to inquire about the return plan."

After a moment, Huangshan's face became stern again.

"Excuse me."

Kitano gave a slight nod of thanks and headed towards the stable exit.

In the passage, I met Yahagi who seemed to be in good spirits.

The baseball cap I'm wearing today is red, the same color as the Kentucky Derby.

"Good morning, Master Kitabuma."

Yahagi greeted them with a smile, and there was no sign that the two sides had been in opposing camps until yesterday.

"Good morning, Master Yahagi."

After saying hello as well, Kitano was about to take a step forward.

"By the way, Mr. Kitano, if it's convenient, could I know about your transportation plan?"

Yahagi bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.

"Ah, it's okay."

Kitano answered readily.

At least when it comes to the transportation plan, there is nothing to hide.

"We plan to return to Japan to recuperate for a while."

Yahagi nodded, without much surprise in his eyes.

"Is that so—"

Reasonable itinerary planning, more meticulous care than usual, and of course financial support from the horse owners -

This is the whole truth about "Yahagi Magic" that excels at transportation.

However, compared to such simple facts, most people in the industry prefer to believe in rumors of magic or secret recipes.

Of course, there are occasional exceptions.

　Thanks to Renyi Fei for the 500 starting coins, thanks to Yabai Desne for the 100 starting coins, thanks to Mingming Lu Rou for the 500 starting coins, thanks to Ailuo De for the 1500 starting coins

　　Thank you for your support

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