Seiun wo Kakeru

Dinan stood in front of the horses and showed her behind with her hands.

The villagers were already in the mood for tea preparation and laying (rather).

"Now, Fernando and Age will see the first game they are going to play. It's a race with horses, so to speak. Which horse runs the fastest, in order of clothing."

"Can I just have one head?

"Oh. You don't have to worry about it after the second"

"How far is it?

"Right, see that tree standing just one tree over there?

"Yeah, I know. It's a cedar tree."

"Lebanon cedar, to be exact."

"That's the turning point. Always turning all the way around to the left, folding that tree back to its mark"

One cedar tree stands ahead of the indicated.

It must be a lot of old trees.

He was tall and made a big shade of trees on the lawn.

"Always?"

"Oh. Something wrong?

"There is a lot of it. If so, does that mean Mr. Dinan knows which horses are stronger? We're racing for the first time today, aren't we?"

"I'm also thinking about that measure. As I always said, running horses change every time, and I choose them with all the strong horses I've ever won, so honestly it's no surprise which horse wins. Yeah, that's not all. I have one head, but you have two, so you can nominate two. This alone would be a big handful. You just have to choose first."

After some Q&A with Dinan, consult with Fernando.

"What do you think of Mr. Fernando?

"How much information do you get out of it? Honestly, I don't know what's good or bad about horses."

"Me, too."

Dinan gave me time to fix things, like a paddock.

Age observes each and every horse as she leans closer to the horse.

Even when it comes to the same horse, I can see that there are various differences.

Hair color and physique were not only different, but the face was also different from one head to the other, people were different, horses were different and so on.

Then Fran will show you both around.

"Say hello."

"Lana with chestnut hair has a cowardly personality, but she's sweet, and she's fast on the run, and the halves with asparagus hair always look great on Fran, but she's actually fast on her feet, and she's especially losing, so she's gonna stretch out in front of the goal"

"Different colors make it easy to tell"

"The only way you can tell a horse is through color. Basically, the torso is gothic. The horse is suitable for short distances. It also relates to whether the hindlimbs are developed or the length of the legs. It may come as a surprise, but a little short legged is faster for a short distance. Well, Fran can see the early guy without that kind of relationship."

"That's awesome"

"Ma'am. Fran knows everything about horses."

"How far is the course you run this time?

"It's just in the middle of nowhere. They're making sure it's not too bad for any horse."

But Age groaned.

Every horse was lustrous and spectacular when lined up. I thought it was beautiful.

I wonder if this big body is going to run at a fast pace at the same time if I don't know how to sift my mind.

The horse has no fear of Age, and he lets me touch him.

Among other things, Gus still showed a distinct presence.

Gus is a turn bigger than any other horse.

But I never felt blunt.

Is it because my legs are tightly squeezed around?

Instead, Age wonders if we can often support this giant with these thin feet.

"Right. Then let me be Gus."

"Whoa! Gus is a good horse!

"I knew it was that size, so I thought I'd pick it first."

"What will Mr. Fernando do?

"Yeah, I'll make this white horse. If I had any eyes, I'd feel like they were telling me to choose who I am."

"Run's a good horse too! There's a stamina, and you can run forever."

"So what about that horse or that horse over there?

"All the horses in here are good horses! Your father did not lie. It's not weird to win every horse."

Hmm, and the flat chested Fran looks like, all I can do is laugh.

Wouldn't that be helpful?

Age smiles bitterly, but doesn't feel angry at how Fran looks without evil.

Because I'm sure from the bottom of my heart, I can see that every horse says it's good.

When the horse had just decided and returned to Dinan, he grinned niggardly.

It was a luxurious laugh.

"So, what do you bet?

"What are you doing, by the way?

"Yeah, our specialty is horses. If you win, we're going to give you horses. Hummer, not an old man."

What do you say, Age got stuck in the words.

One horse is said to be very valuable and sometimes comparable to his annual income.

If you can just get it, you can't make more money than this.

But that's why I wanted to butt in when I thought about the size of the bet this one was going to make.

But we do come looking for horses.

It would be reasonable as to the contents of the bet.

"That's a big one."

"If I win, I'll get what I deserve."

"For example?"

"Well, I like the way you made and used it earlier... shall I think about it after I buy it"

Dinan's grin is horrible, but there are only a few things we can offer here.

You can offer some options and convince them with that.

"Don't worry. 'Cause I'm not proud to make unscrupulous demands."

If you told me so, I couldn't even say no.

"All right, then it's time to get started! Guys, you got a bet?

'Whoa!'

The villagers cheered and replied to Dinan's hanging.

Betting seemed to be taking place openly among the villagers as well.

What is different from the village of Siena, where the beating went wrong, is whether or not the village chief manages it?

It's hard to open up gambling without causing problems.

Dinan's management would be pretty solid.

When Age was thinking, Fran, who had stood next to him until then, softened and stepped forward.

"Oh, it's dangerous."

"Fran's leaving, too. It's okay."

"You?

"Whoa! Gus' rider is Fran! Gus chooses who to ride, so he can't operate without Fran."

As Fran approached Gus with a light foothold, he rode Gus with a light figure.

The figure is grand, at least it doesn't look anxious.

I found it to be something that has been done more than just one other villager sees a problem.

A man with a horse in a row and a flag is holding the stick horizontally.

Running gates and goals seemed to be in the same place.

Two thin bars were erected apart and the tied line seemed to be the goal.

You've been hit by the enthusiasm of the venue, there's an excited horse.

I see a rider stroking his neck, desperate to remain calm.

When the flag is raised, the horses start simultaneously.

Gus was on the far left. It's a course around the left, so it's just a slight difference, but it'll be closest.

Gus' appearance was calm and disturbed the king's style.

Age lowered her back to the most spectacular spot beside the goal and waited for the start.

"You're kind of nervous"

"Oh, this feeling before the race is good. Something like this... makes your blood cold."

"Are you nervous?

"Oh. Right. Every time I bet, I feel like I have a hot heart and a cool self."

"Enjoy yourselves, both of you."

When Dinan said it, the flag was raised.

At that moment, the horses simultaneously got off to a start.

Cheers gushing along the way.

Footsteps streak like the ground, freshly kicked the dirt and the horse moves on.

It's not the same as slow movement when traveling.

The all-powerful horse runs incredibly fast.

Among them, Fernando's chosen horse run was far ahead.

Obviously at an unusual pace, it makes a difference from how many horses.

"Is Gus the third of the group? It's in a good position but... you know what?

"What is it?

"Big horses don't keep speed for long distances, no matter what the short distance."

"So you think we're going to get out of here?

It was a story that made me anxious.

But Dinan shakes her head to the side.

"Well, I don't know about that. I'm not still running at top speed. The stamina would be warm. What do you think, watching a game with this kind of knowledge would be more interesting?

"Yeah, let me know if there's anything else"

"Good. Competition can't just be fast legged. Failure to take the position prevents you from moving forward no matter how much room you have left. So many cowardly horses who can't push away and take the front run the top from the start, pulling the sequel apart with all their might, taking the tactic of“ escape ”. Conversely, there are some" plug in ”types that catch up in the last straight line and use stored legs to chase them through. It's these two patterns that we see largely in competition."

"So Gus, you don't have a problem staying out of the lead, do you?

"Well, sometimes runs run away as they are... I guess it's hard this time"

By the time we went all the way around the turning point, the run had slowed slightly and the subsequent group of horses was about to catch up.

"Please! Keep running!

Fernando put his hands together as he prayed, keeping his head down.

Does prayer not make sense, the distance slowly gets packed.

"Ahhh!

And - they ate me.

so that the small fish that feeds are swallowed whole by the big fish.

Beautiful fleeing horses, though at the head of the horde, could not escape.

Run seemed desperate to run, but still the succeeding horse was quick.

There was even more movement when I cut half way from the fold to the goal.

The group of horses spreads to the side and every horse is looking forward by sewing a gap.

Gus was - falling fifth.

I don't believe anything but running Gus.

Fran, Gus, please.

I wouldn't have heard Age's heart, but Gus never felt like falling as he did.

He is doing everything in his power to speed up his legs in such a state of gradual retreat that it is unplugged.

The horse's characteristic long neck shook wide up and down, and I could see how he was using his entire body to run.

"Okay, I'm wearing it. Keep going!

"- Win!

Various voices of support are raised around.

I didn't even know Age, and I got a voice.

"Win, Gus! Fran."

"Leave it to Fran!

Gun, and accelerated so that Gus's body stretched out.

It was an acceleration I had never shown before.

The tip of the nose leaves before the population, and that spreads a little bit.

The nasal difference became neck and half carriage.

And I crossed the goal line, best of all.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mr. Fernando, you've won! Gus is at the top!

"Calm down!"

"Can this calm you down! Fran, thank you Gus!

"I didn't think you were the type to get so hot."

I didn't know. I was hugging Fernando sitting next to me.

When you calm down, you act so embarrassed.

I felt my face flattered.

Age would have her face turning bright red, I thought.

"Shh, excuse me"

"No... well, glad you won"

"That's it already"

Gentle Fernando's words hurt my chest.

If you look at the venue, Fran and Gus are like victorious horses, glued around the vicinity of the goal, hands up and responding to the audience.

Gus' skin seemed to be sweating a lot.

You ran well.

Would it please you if I gave you some carrots later?

With that in mind, Dinan came to the side.

"Congratulations, Age. No, he said my horses were two. I lost."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Dinan"

"As promised, I'll have the horses ready by the time I get out. If you need anything else as a deal, I want you to tell me first. I'm ready."

"Okay, one more head, please"

"Okay. What's the use? It depends on whether we're farming or riding ourselves."

"Have the ship towed, and the rest for ploughing."

"All right, let's pick a guy who's in good shape"

That's what Dinan says, laughs vividly and tries to put the track behind him.

"Oh, Mr. Dinan"

"What?

"I was just wondering, what the hell was your intention, and you started this way of welcoming me?

"People have more nature when they're drunk than usual or when they're betting. You seem calm at first sight, but I see you have something hot inside. Fernando has a strong core because even if he loses, he stays afloat. Besides, horse racing is fun. They're all enthusiastic and they like horses. That's all."

"... One more thing, if Mr. Dinan had won, what would you have done?

"If I'd won... right. As the head of the village, I would have liked to have the roots if there were technology that I could use to develop it. Well, that's good. Let's make a deal later."

Say that refreshingly.

Though I thought he was a ruinous man who suddenly plucked bets on other villagers he visited.

Oh, he said this guy's a good top.

I thought sincerely.