Hokkaido Horse Racing Story.

Chapter 332 The Inheritance of Bloodlines
As dusk approached, the sun gradually sank behind the Hidaka Mountains.

The mountain wind, still chilly, blew across the open space, making the Germans in the ranks shiver.

"It's time to be serious, Zep!"

"It's so cold!"

"Clearly a Duko –"

The atmosphere, which had just become serious, immediately returned to its familiar state.

However, since it's something to be happy about, it's okay not to be too serious about it.

A few minutes later, the outline of the horse-drawn carriage gradually approached from the other side of Mino and the bridge.

The conversation stopped at that moment.

The remaining waiting time seemed to stretch on indefinitely until the barrier door slowly descended before our eyes.

The warm-toned LEDs slowly lit up, and a few seconds later, the sound of the door panel hitting the ground could be heard.

"Please let me do it."

As he said this, he took the tow rope from the accompanying flight attendant.

Stepping onto the carriage, the familiar round silhouette comes into view.

Even though it sensed the possible changes in the environment, the deer-haired horse in front of it remained focused on the feed in its bowl.

"Hey, you're here."

After briefly raising her head to greet him like this, Sakuya buried herself in eating her feed again.

The last vestiges of sadness vanished here.

"Welcome home, Sakuya."

He patted the grass clippings off the deer's fur and the horse's head, then fastened the leash.

As she got off the bus, Sakuya turned back to look at the direction of the food bowl, seemingly still savoring the experience.

To be honest, I'm already starting to worry about managing my body shape in the near future.

"Welcome back! It's so good to have retired without any trouble!"

"You're still so cute, Sakuya."

"Sakuya-chan—"

People's dreams are connected because of Sakuya.

Even the silent Ravid and Asayama were quietly filled with some warm feelings.

The sound of hooves shifted from the road to the corridor, and two heads that had been peeking out from the adjacent stables, seemingly whispering among ladies, turned at the same time to look in the direction of the sound.

Slowing her pace slightly, Sakuya let out an unusually high-pitched neigh as she passed one of the stables.

Anna, inside the stable, responded with a long, drawn-out neigh.

Soon, various neighing sounds rose and fell in the stable, and even Dober, who had been rolling around on the bedding, slowly stood up and poked his head out of the stable with some concern.

"Did those two have a fight?"

While pressing the shutter button on his phone, Zep asked, sounding both nervous and expectant.

"It's just a normal greeting, probably asking 'Who are you?' or declaring territory or something like that."

Kikuchi, a professionally trained horse racing student, sighed and then pushed up his glasses.

"That's right, that's pretty much it."

Lavid nodded in agreement.

“So that’s how it is—”

The German put away his phone with a regretful expression that said, "What a pity."

The truth is always so mundane and uninteresting.

Sakuya opened the gate and, before even untying the leash, skillfully walked to the food bowl and water trough.

"As expected of Sakuya, she's got the aura of someone who's ready to go all out and make a big splash."

"That's right, that's right, as expected of Sakuya—"

Ravid shook his head in the corner, looking somewhat helpless, but no one paid any attention to him anymore.

He closed the gate again and returned from the stables to the corridor.

That Kakema with a good appetite, a love of pampering, and who can be gentle with both familiar and unfamiliar horse lovers, running in the name of Meguro Sakuya—

At this moment, it officially bids farewell to its identity as a horse racer.

There's still a lot to do, starting with the simpler tasks.

Open the panel and select the [Detector] item at the top of the item list.

Click to use.

Meguro Sakuya

【Female 4】

【Deer hair】

[Father: Four-wheel drive] [Mother's father: Effie]

[Malaysia Style]

【? 】

【? 】

The first characteristic is somewhat ominous.

The remaining two [detectors] were used in succession, namely the reproductive characteristics of [Major Body], [Mental Strength], and [Power].

To be honest, it has exceeded even the bare minimum expectations.

I originally thought they would all have characteristics like the "Malaysian style"—

Just as she was thinking this, Sakuya in the stable also raised her head.

The puffed-out cheeks as he chewed looked like a sulking child, startling the person who had just been speaking ill of him behind his back.

"What's wrong, President?"

Seemingly noticing the commotion, Kikuchi turned his head with some suspicion.

"No, it's nothing—"

As I walked toward the lounge, I silently prayed that the three advisors would be able to help.

The goal remains "breeding for the perfect racehorse".

Soon, the phone I had tucked into my back pocket vibrated.

When I took it out, the standby screen displayed a familiar LINE notification.

At least it shouldn't be a golden horn or a landmark graphic anymore.

I nervously swiped open the standby screen, and the moment I opened the software, I felt a real sense of tension.

Changfeng:
How about trying to cultivate high-speed mile runners, using Van Gogh as a benchmark?
Malaysian Style: ◎

Speed: ◎
Strength: ○
Precocious: ○
Mental strength: ○

Instantaneous power: △

Explosive power: 17
Overall rating: A—A+

A famous stallion that has been absent from the recommended list for a long time.

but--

His explosiveness is far too low.

With that thought in mind, I looked at the second unread message.

[Kappa wood:

How about trying to develop unsinkable mud-land battleships by targeting specific routes?
Speed: ◎
Malaysian Style: ◎

Strength: ◎
Mental strength: ○

Mud: △
Weak constitution: △
Explosive power: 24
Overall rating: B+ - S-

The combination of "Malaysian physique + weak physique" seems quite unfavorable, and the explosive power is not significantly improved compared to the first option.

The first option to be eliminated.

[Meixiang:
How about trying to develop a powerful heavy tank, aiming to emulate the legendary general Tahara?
Malaysian Style: ◎

Strength: ◎
Relaxation: ○
Softness; △

Physical strength: △
Mental strength: △

Grassland: △
Mud: △
Explosive power: 29
Overall rating: C-S

This is just like the prolific masters, it's a "one or eight" option.

He sighed unconsciously, even startling himself slightly.

"Boss?"

Zep, who was walking ahead, turned around and cast a curious glance at him.

"Nothing's wrong, let's go."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

Horse racing is an industry that requires a cool head; no matter how much emotion you invest in a horse, if it's not good enough, it's not good enough.

However, those working in this industry are real, living people.

Even if you can't do it, you should still try.

In that instant, I completely understood my great-grandfather's state of mind back then.

—The same state of mind I have right now.

Having made up my mind, I reopened the system panel.

This time, a different choice was made than before.

[Breeding with the goal of strengthening bloodline]

(End of this chapter)