Hokkaido Horse Racing Story.

Chapter 62: Fighting before the End
After entering the bend, there was no obvious change in the positions of the horses.

Almost everyone remained silent.

Wait for the decisive moment to come.

"Yusuke is still too impatient."

After drinking the oolong tea in the can, the old man stood in front of the glass window and shook his head.

On the track, the yellow, black and white winning suits gradually caught up with the leading group.

Even from Kitano's superficial perspective, now is not an ideal time to accelerate.

Of course, at this time, whether you agree or refute, the probability is that you will end up in trouble.

He remained silent wisely.

"But as for the riders, it's better to be more tolerant towards them."

After saying that, the old man walked towards the refrigerator.

Took out a new can of oolong tea.

Then, he slowly returned to his seat next to Kitano.

At this time, the game entered a "boring" moment.

Whether in the preparation room or in the stands below, it seems difficult to see the track conditions clearly.

Even with a screen for broadcasting, the experience is completely incomparable to what you see with your naked eyes.

Kitano was slightly distracted, but the old man was watching the movements in the stands below with great interest.

Even in this situation, the cheers from the stands showed no sign of stopping.

Penetrating the relentless onslaught of raindrops, the emotions contained in the sound are transmitted to the venue.

Perhaps, at some moment——

With the power of the cheers, the invisible wall was broken in an instant.

"Come on, Pegasus—"

"We must defeat the guy in the center, Sakuya!"

"Just run away!"

Those who came from the capital without hesitation;

Those who shouted amidst the rain and the crowd;

Those who are watching this game at this moment——

It seems that the gambling filter has been temporarily removed, returning to the carnival of pure speed.

"Pooh--"

After spitting out the sand in his mouth, Hattori did not take any further action.

At this stage of the race, he had to carefully consider the impact that every move might have on the horse.

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The feeling of sand hitting my face was still very painful.

His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

Most of the riders around had similar expressions on their faces.

The only ones who can truly be considered to have it easy are probably the two guys in the front.

Of course, the actual situation is probably not the case.

Just as other people’s rice looks whiter, even the two riders leading the pack have their own difficulties.

From the curve into the straight, Ochiai began to try to push the bike.

But in such an environment, every effort made to exert strength was more strenuous than normal.

Whether it was the horse's body, arms or reins, everything was slippery.

The first time he tried to exert force, he almost dropped the whip in his hand.

After much difficulty, I tried a second time, but it seemed like I had no strength at all.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

It seemed as if he could sense the resentment coming from Medaihira Madoka beneath him.

However, the speed was still increased little by little under such an awkward push that made people cover their eyes.

Shonan Attack on the side followed suit, not to be outdone.

The color on rider Chi Tian's face had turned into a color that was in sharp contrast with the white hat on his head.

On one side is the compromise between horse and man, and on the other side is the compromise between man and horse. The competition continues to slowly advance towards the next stage in their respective compromises.

Compared to the opening odds, the game remained relatively uneventful. If we disregard the rainy weather, this match would likely be included in the discussion of "the most boring match of the year."

Even with two escaped horses leading the way, the herd as a whole maintained an alarmingly slow pace.

The horses were almost pressed against each other, advancing in such a tight formation that one couldn't help but worry about accidents.

With the exception of Shonan Impact, most of the horses that were gaining popularity or were aiming for victory chose to run from behind.

Even the horses in the leading group carefully maintain a distance from the leading horses in the front.

The game entered the second half of the straight line in such a suffocating silence.

At some point, the flow changed direction.

At first, the scattered cracks of whips were easily washed away by the sound of rain.

Until the sound of whips began to become denser, interweaving and growing stronger in the rain.

Goosebumps instantly appeared on Ochiai's back.

Grip the whip tightly and use a different grip than usual to hit the opponent on the head.

The white horse bit its bit and kicked towards the ground.

Sweat and rain mixed together and fell from the body of the reed-haired horse.

The sign for the third turn was right in front of him, and Ochiai let out a sigh that was hard to tell whether it was relief or disappointment.

Both he and Mu Tianma have reached the limit of their strength.

He put down the whip and gently pulled the reins.

The tense body relaxed.

As if he had not received any instructions, the white horse's bulging eyes were fixed on the track ahead.

Then, the reed-haired horse shook its head vigorously and made a loud snorting sound.

It plunged into the curve as if to plow the ground.

Ochiai began to bounce uncontrollably on the horse's back.

"Do you want to win the game?"

The arm that had already gone numb was raised tremblingly.

He pushed forward with all his might.

This may be the most standard push-up in the rider's career, and it would not be an exaggeration to even call it perfect.

"Then let's go together."

One after another, rivals began to overtake him.

As if the brakes had been applied suddenly, Mu Baima's excited body instantly lost power.

"You guy."

Ochiai looked at his partner helplessly.

The reed-haired horse's eyes were slightly unfocused, and he lowered his head as if feeling guilty.

On the other side, Hattori raised his whip again.

It hit Mejiro Sakuya like a blanket of snow.

It's exactly like whipping someone to avenge their parents.

Fines, suspensions, and other things that used to be a concern are no longer important.

In the last game of his career, he showed off his whipping skills to the fullest.

At the same time, he pushed the horse steadily in rhythm with the whip.

Mejiro Sakuya's head lowered little by little in sync with the rider on the saddle, and her limbs even entered a brief "flying" state where they left the ground at the same time.

The pursuit began at a position similar to the third or fourth stack.

After Medaima lost speed, Shonan Impact still maintained its leading position.

The rider Ikezoe on the saddle pushed the racehorse with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to strangle it.

The pursuers behind him stopped after closing to a certain distance.

It was like touching a transparent high wall called "class number".

Then, Lumao's figure broke through the barrier of rain.

With an indomitable attitude.

(End of this chapter)