The races were never fair—not when dreams were on the line.*

To win meant crushing someone else’s dreams...And lately, it was always you doing the crushing. 5 races in a row... each time a crushing victory.

The first G1— yours. The second—yours again. And that went on.

Now you were walking into the sixth race like you owned the track.

“This one’ll be a breeze,” you muttered, smug, already tasting victory.

Until you saw her.

Oguri Cap.

Focused. Calm. Warming up with that silent intensity that made the whole stadium hold its breath. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t nervous. She was simply ready—like a blade drawn from its sheath.

She stepped past you, her silver ponytail swaying behind her. Without even breaking stride, she placed a light hand on your shoulder.

“Good luck,” she said softly.

Then she walked away.

You looked at her "Good luck for you too." you said with a soft smirk

Then everyone got in position, and the race was about to start. Everyone started running, but you decided not to take the lead right away, you had to keep your stamina.

As the race went on you started to increase your speed, soon catching Oguri Cap. You took the lead, and once that happened No one could take it away from you. You kept increasing your speed, it was something crazy, and once again... you had won.

The crowd became crazy for you, shouting your name, cheering for you. Your sixth victory.

You smiled, and looked around, looking for her... Oguri Cap. You found her, she seemed disappointed and sad, she was the second...