Hokkaido Horse Racing Story.

Chapter 97 Crossing Mountains Like a Hero

Chapter 97: Climbing the Mountains Like a Brave Man

On the 11th, the expedition team gathered early in the hotel restaurant.

Although everyone's faces showed varying degrees of fatigue, the atmosphere at the table remained high.

The day before yesterday, with the assistance of the international stable management, Sakuya Mejiro and a local racehorse named Musmark completed the six-wave chase on the dirt course of the King Abdulaziz Racecourse.

Without pursuing the purpose of creating time, Wada did not push Mejiro Sakuya too much, so she delivered some terrible chasing data.

However, when it comes to the pace issue, which is of most concern to the camp, Mejiro Sakuya did not show much discomfort.

Although he maintained his usual negative remarks when facing reporters, Huangshan and others in the camp had a more positive view on the prospects of this trip.

Both the running-in with the riders and the adaptation to the track are gradually getting on track.

For the camp, the goal of the chase has been achieved.

In addition, Mejiro Sakuya also successfully obtained the guest horse spot for the Saudi Derby yesterday.

After a brief celebration, the six members of the expedition quickly switched back to a somewhat serious expression.

In addition to the morning stable transfer, there is also the gate draw in the evening that requires effort.

It will be another hard fight that will last all day.

"I have all the necessary diagnostic reports ready, and Sakuya's current condition is suitable for transportation."

Kitano said with a bitter face as he frowned and drank the coffee with cinnamon in it.

It's a weird taste that's even harder to accept than iced American coffee.

"All the formalities have been completed. You can move into the reception stables anytime."

Ogawa Kana nodded slightly and added a large spoonful of condensed milk to the mint green tea.

"There's no problem on my end—"

After swallowing the pita bread in his mouth, Ogawa Katsu gave a thumbs up and said.

"Then let's get started after breakfast."

Huangshan's voice was a little hoarse.

Pushing the coffee cup aside in disgust, Kitano picked up the food in front of him that looked like a triangular bean cake.

Everyone silently quickened their eating pace.

The morning work is full of tedious tasks, and each procedure requires a lot of energy.

Fortunately, the camp was well prepared, and even though the organizers deliberately made things difficult for us, we managed to move in before noon.

After moving to the new stable, Mejiro Sakuya still looked drowsy.

However, after feed was added to the trough, its appearance soon changed again.

After Mejiro Sakuya temporarily stopped eating, Huangshan began to help it stretch its body.

Although the deer-hair horse cooperated very docilely, this step still took him a lot of effort.

While waiting for the stretching to be finished, the trainer looked like he was about to collapse.

However, after leaving the stable, Huangshan looked relieved.

"At least 90% of the level, it should be able to fight even against those strong horses."

Faced with such a conclusion, the other people in the camp had nothing but indifference on their faces.

It was not dominated by arrogance or optimism, but was the result of personal confirmation after many days of interaction between man and horse.

They have given it their all.

After a quick lunch, the group returned to the hotel.

In a temporarily rented conference room, the camp began its first discussion on the escape strategy.

"How does it feel on horseback?"

After opening the bottle of coffee he bought from the hotel's vending machine, Huangshan looked straight at Hetian's face.

"very good."

Hetian's slightly cracked lips parted like a blade, and he uttered a firm and brief word.

"Yeah."

As if he already knew the standard answer, Huang Shan calmly nodded. "Then let's proceed according to the plan."

After saying that, the trainer pursed his lips and looked at the screen in the center of the conference room.

The others also followed his gaze.

Kana Ogawa operated the computer, and various winning uniforms were soon projected on the slide.

After the voting ended, the original list of sixteen animals to leave was immediately narrowed down to twelve.

The opponents were eleven horses, including two other Japanese racehorses.

The first thing that appeared on the screen was the rather ordinary-looking pink Decisive Suit.

"Ballydor's Happy Time, whose sire is the American pseudo-Triple Crown horse Justice and whose dam is Galileo, has won four out of four races since his debut. He previously won the French Grade 1 International Criteria Race, opening up a gap of nearly three lengths in a heavy field."

After speaking out the information she had collected, there was no obvious fluctuation on Ogawa Kanna's face.

The atmosphere in the conference room became noticeably heavier.

Even Kitano, who didn't understand the situation very well, subconsciously tightened his face.

"How about running?"

Wada turned around and asked calmly.

"In the four races I partnered with the rider from Roden, I was placed relatively high in the initial stages."

As she spoke, Kana Ogawa played the collected game videos.

It is indeed a very beautiful horse body, and its movements are quite smooth when it trots.

Even after careful observation for a while, Kitano, who knew only a little about horse racing, could only come to this conclusion.

"In terms of cadence, the first 100 to 200 meters are a bit faster when getting into position, then it gradually slows down from 200 to 400 meters, and then it maintains a more stable rhythm after 500 to 600 meters."

Combining the video of the game, the girl analyzed it in an almost flat tone.

Kitano narrowed his eyes in confusion, and then found that most of the other people had similar expressions on their faces.

"Never mind. Just know that even though we're positioned forward, Happy Hour definitely isn't the type to lack a supporting cast."

After a sigh, Ogawa Kana opened the second slide.

It is the very familiar shrimp-colored victory suit and black horse body.

"Mr. Caesar of Yahagi Stables has won three races and is now the best two-year-old horse in Japan. His foundation and footwork are both outstanding."

Kitano cast a neutral look at the figure on the slide.

"It's indeed a very powerful racehorse—"

He sincerely admired his recent opponent.

Compared to the somewhat distant happy times, the impact brought by Mr. Caesar, with whom he had a direct confrontation, was undoubtedly stronger.

"Then there's the Togen Tea House in Hori stables."

Ogawa Kana continued to introduce the remaining eight horses that were leaving.