After leaving the library together, they walked a short distance along the academy's small stone path before Mejiro McQueen stopped. With a respectful expression, she bowed deeply toward Kitahara.
"Chief Kitahara, since our last meeting, your brilliance and achievements have become even more dazzling. You truly command admiration. Congratulations to you and your team for your recent successes."
She continued sincerely, "But what I must thank you for most is that my elder sister—who used to be constantly troubled by injuries—has improved so much since joining your team."
"She hasn't suffered a single injury since, and even won both her debut race and the Spring Championship, both major races. Please, you must accept the gratitude of both myself and the entire Mejiro family."
Kitahara couldn't help but smile.
"What you've said… it's really just what I ought to do. But if anything—"
He thought for a moment, then said with a faint chuckle, "—it's I who should be thanking the Mejiro family."
"With the support of Mejiro Ardan—or rather, the Mejiro family—many of Kawawan Enterprises' projects have gone far more smoothly. You may not be very familiar with business matters, but it's truly a form of support that can't easily be measured by any means."
He wasn't exaggerating. In Japan, money alone can't solve everything. There are countless situations where even with funding, progress is impossible—sometimes even large sponsors like Nishijin Co. can't make headway.
For instance, when Kawawan Enterprises sought to collaborate with certain horse girls, if those horse girls simply disliked dealing with people, no amount of negotiation could succeed.
But whenever the company's relationship with the Mejiro family was even slightly mentioned, those doors would immediately open. That was the power of a noble name in the world of horse girls.
Of course, this kind of effect was somewhat abstract for Mejiro McQueen. She was still young, and her talent destined her for the racing path—business was far from her world.
Sure enough, McQueen pressed her lips together with a faintly confused look. The confusion and embarrassment in her violet eyes flickered briefly before being replaced with gratitude again.
"You're far too humble."
Kitahara, realizing the girl didn't quite understand, gave a small laugh but didn't point it out. He instead changed the topic.
"When we were in the library earlier, did Tokai Teio introduce you to her?"
He gestured toward the little filly standing beside him—Oguri Roman—who was gazing curiously at McQueen.
"Mm! She did!"
McQueen's eyes lit up as though she'd just spotted a dessert she loved.
"She's Oguri Cap's younger sister! I'm so jealous—Oguri-senpai is so strong, and she even has such a cute, well-behaved little sister! Unlike me, all my younger sisters are nothing but troublemakers."
As she half-complained, half-gushed, McQueen crouched down and extended her hands to gently pat Roman's shoulders.
"Oguri-chan, can big sister give you a hug? Uuu— you're so cute!" Her eyes sparkled like twin stars.
"Hey, hey! You'll scare little Oguri like that! Back off already!"
Before Kitahara could say anything, Tokai Teio suddenly jumped in front of Roman, spreading her arms to block McQueen's view. Meeting her friend's startled gaze, Teio pouted, her eyes rolling slyly before she grinned mischievously.
"And you said your sisters—Bright and Dober—were troublemakers? Careful, or I'll tell them you were gossiping behind their backs~!"
Having known Teio since their first year and even brought her to visit the Mejiro estate, McQueen knew very well how close her friend was with her sisters. If Teio really said something like that, those sisters might actually believe it.
McQueen panicked—not because she feared their anger.
If they did get angry, giving up half her desserts… or maybe thirty percent… okay, even ten percent would probably be enough to smooth things over.
No, what really bothered her was that talking about her sisters' flaws in public felt unbecoming of a Mejiro lady.
If it were anyone else, she'd have calmly admitted her slip of the tongue. But this was Teio.
And for some reason, whenever she was around Teio—the first friend she'd made upon entering the academy—she just couldn't stand the thought of losing, even in something as silly as banter.
"Ha, ha… say it if you want, I—I don't mind at all!"
She crossed her arms and turned her head away, lifting her chin high, her gaze darting awkwardly toward the large tree in the courtyard.
"P-pointing out my sisters' flaws is a big sister's duty, after all! But you, Teio, spreading gossip behind people's backs—that's what you should be reflecting on!"
She shot Teio a sidelong glance.
…Wait a sec, McQueen, that's not how this works! You're the one gossiping here…
No, this is—ugh—shameless! That's the word!
Teio puffed her cheeks, indignant, about to retort—
But when McQueen saw her friend momentarily speechless, she smirked slightly. Her little deflection had worked. Quickly, she turned back to Oguri Roman, crouching once more.
"Hey, Oguri-chan," McQueen said kindly, "I wanted to ask—since Oguri Cap-senpai is so amazing, have you ever thought about becoming a race horse girl like her?"
Both Teio and Kitahara froze for a moment at that question.
"Ah! That's right!" Teio clapped her hands. "Oguri Cap-senpai is amazing, and with Chief Kitahara training you, you might become a 'Triple Tiara' horse girl like Mejiro Ramonu-senpai someday!"
Teio's idol was Symboli Rudolf, the "Emperor" herself, so she naturally adored great titles like the Triple Crown or Triple Tiara.
"How about it? Excited? That's the Triple Tiara we're talking about!"
Roman blinked blankly at Teio, nibbling nervously at her fingernail.
"Ah-ah, you can't bite your hand, okay? That's unhygienic, you might get a tummy ache. Here, let big sister wipe it."
McQueen's tone softened as she took out a handkerchief, holding out her hand.
"…I'm sorry…"
Roman lowered her head, her cheeks flushing slightly as she shyly extended her small hand.
"There's no need to apologize for that."
McQueen smiled gently as she wiped the saliva from Roman's fingers. Then she tilted her head thoughtfully.
"But I really am curious what you think about the Triple Tiara, Oguri-chan."
"I mean, Oguri Cap-senpai could very well become the first undefeated Triple Crown winner since President Rudolf. And as her little sister, you must have inherited some of that talent."
"So, Oguri-chan, what do you think about the Triple Tiara?"
She looked at the girl with interest.
"…McQueen, you…" Teio muttered under her breath, "I literally just asked her that…"
"Yeah, yeah! So, Oguri-chan, what do you think about the Triple Tiara?" Teio eagerly repeated anyway.
…Seriously? McQueen shot her friend an annoyed glance.
Then came Roman's answer—and it made both of them freeze.
"Um… Triple Tiara… what's that?"
As she asked, she lifted a finger, about to chew on it again—but stopped herself midway, glancing nervously at McQueen before hiding both hands behind her back.
"Uh… Triple Tiara…" x2.
They both echoed the words dumbly, exchanging looks, scratching their heads in embarrassment.
At this point in time, the third Tiara race was still the Queen Elizabeth Cup at 2400 meters—not the Shuka Sho yet. Both Teio and McQueen had learned this in their racing theory classes: the Tiara consisted of three G1 turf races open only to fillies—1600m Oka Sho (Sakura Prize), 2400m Oaks, and 2400m Queen Elizabeth Cup.
But excelling in class didn't mean they could explain it easily to a child. Roman clearly didn't understand any of it, and the two were stumped.
Then Kitahara, who had been silently watching them with an amused smile, finally spoke.
"Little Oguri, who do you think is the strongest race horse girl, in your heart? I mean, when it comes to racing."
"Big sis!"
Without hesitation, Roman raised her small hand high.
"Because I've seen her running at home! She's really cool and amazing!"
Her eyes sparkled as she continued, hands waving animatedly.
"Grandpa said she's one of the best horse girls he's ever seen! Papa, Mama, and even Mama White Narubi all say the same thing! So Big Sis is amazing!"
"And, and—Big Sis was so nice to me even though we just met today! I love her the most!"
…Oh. Right. We could've just asked that way, huh. x2.
Hearing her innocent answer, both Teio and McQueen instantly understood Kitahara's intent—and were a little frustrated they hadn't thought of it first.
Never mind that Roman was Oguri Cap's sister; even if she weren't, her cuteness alone would've made them both want to show off a little.
But now, all they could do was watch Kitahara, waiting for his next words.
Smiling gently, Kitahara looked at the bright-eyed Roman and said softly,
"Then if you become a Triple Tiara horse girl, you'll be just as amazing as your sister."
"R-really? Then… then…"
Roman clenched her tiny fists tightly, leaning forward with all her little might. Her voice echoed across the courtyard—
"Then I'll become a Triple Tiara horse girl! I'll be just as amazing as Big Sis!"
The courtyard connected several academy buildings, and many horse girls were walking by.
Roman's clear, ringing voice drew every gaze toward her.
"Ah—uh…"
Realizing everyone was staring, her face turned scarlet. She yelped softly, covered her mouth, and lowered her head, long ears drooping.
You don't have to be shy, Oguri-chan, Kitahara thought. That's a wonderful dream.
But before he could say anything, a louder voice rang out beside him.
"Alright! Since little Oguri wants to be a Triple Tiara horse girl—and even said it out loud so bravely—then as her senpai, I…"
Tokai Teio puffed out her chest proudly, hands on her hips. She drew a deep breath and raised one arm high.
"I'm going to become an undefeated Triple Crown horse girl, just like President Rudolf!"
This time, the onlookers' surprise grew even more. But when they saw who said it, their expressions softened into knowing smiles.
After all, Tokai Teio hadn't debuted yet, but she had already demonstrated extraordinary talent and strength in both training and mock races. Many trainers and students alike believed she could become one of her generation's best.
If she said she wanted the Triple Crown—well, maybe it wasn't impossible.
Teio, who had never cared much for others' eyes, grinned brightly after proclaiming her dream.
"Heehee~ McQueen, Oguri-chan and I both said ours. What about you?"
Her grin turned mischievous. "Don't tell me you don't have a dream, huh?"
"Eh~? That's no good! As the noble Mejiro family's eldest daughter, the big sister of so many siblings—how could you not have a dream? Wouldn't that be soooo embarrassing?"
McQueen instantly realized Teio was teasing her and blushed furiously.
She'd always valued her dignity. As Teio said, she was born into a noble lineage, with great honor and equally great responsibility—to uphold the name of Mejiro.
Yelling loudly in public like Teio did was absolutely improper by her family's standards.
But she also realized that Teio's outburst had drawn attention away from Oguri Roman, sparing the little girl from embarrassment. And with Teio's voice carrying across the courtyard, it would look bad if she said nothing in return.
Caught in this dilemma, she could only stew internally.
Ugh… Teio really is so annoying sometimes…
But… if I say nothing, Oguri-chan might feel sad. And anyway, dreams—who doesn't have one? Teio, seriously…
After several seconds of silent struggle, she clenched her teeth and made up her mind.
"Of course I have a dream! Not just any dream—it's the Mejiro family's lifelong aspiration!"
Her face flushed hot, her skin prickling with embarrassment, but she raised her head proudly, refusing to look away from the crowd—or from Teio's amused grin or Roman's eager eyes.
"My dream… is to fulfill the Mejiro family's three-generation wish—to win the Spring Tenno Sho three times in a row, and become the one and only…"
She hesitated, then declared in a trembling but resolute voice:
"...the one and only Queen of Long Distance!"
And as soon as the words left her lips—
She shut her eyes tight.
So embarrassing…!
"Tokai Teio! Once this is over, I swear I'll settle accounts with you!"
Just as she was stewing in embarrassment and indignation, she suddenly felt someone tug gently on her skirt.
"…Eh?"
Startled, she blinked open her eyes and looked down—only to see Oguri Roman smiling up at her innocently, a small hand extended forward.
Nestled in that still-chubby little hand was a carrot-shaped lollipop.
"...Miss McQueen, here, for you to eat…"
"Ah…? Ah—ah, thank you, Little Oguri!"
Since she loved sweets to begin with—and it came from such an adorable junior—Mejiro McQueen instantly brightened, her long ears perking up with delight.
Taking the lollipop, she gave Roman's little hand a gentle shake, smiling tenderly for a while. Then, her expression shifted—her eyes glinted smugly as she turned toward a certain someone nearby.
"Well? Teio, you don't have—"
She had been about to say you don't get this kind of treatment, but before she could finish, her words froze on her lips.
Tokai Teio already had a lollipop dangling from her mouth.
From the shape of the stick and the identical wrapping paper McQueen was holding, it was unmistakably another one given by Oguri Roman.
Teio's lips curved upward as she glanced sidelong at her friend, an almost teasing smile spreading on her face.
"What's that, McQueen? You were about to say something? Don't tell me it was…"
"Ah—ah—! I was—I was going to say… uh, right! I just remembered!"
McQueen couldn't tell exactly what Teio was about to say, but her instincts screamed that if she let Teio finish, she'd be mortified beyond repair. So she hurriedly turned back to Oguri Roman to change the topic.
"Little Oguri, thank you so much for the lollipop! It looks delicious!"
She tore open the wrapper in a flash and stuffed the carrot-shaped candy into her mouth.
"Mmm! Mmm! It's the best lollipop I've ever tasted!"
…These two big sisters are kind of weird.
Watching the strange interaction between her two seniors, Oguri Roman didn't quite understand what was going on.
But hearing the words of thanks, her cheeks flushed pink. After a moment, she began rummaging through her clothes, pulling out more snacks one after another.
"Um… I have lots more food! Teio-oneechan, McQueen-oneechan, these are all for you!"
She started handing them over one by one, introducing each carefully.
"This is chestnut red-bean cake, this one's milk chocolate drops, and these are loose-packed cookies…"
Teio and McQueen were both stunned. Even Kitahara was surprised.
Roman had already pulled out six or seven small packs of snacks—and she was still going, retrieving them from various pockets and folds of her pink hand-knit sweater like it was some kind of interdimensional storage bag.
"W–wait, wait! That's plenty already, Little Oguri…"
Even someone who loved sweets as much as McQueen was at a loss for words. She couldn't imagine how the child could hide so many treats—or why she did it in the first place.
…Could it be, she loves sweets like I do, but her parents don't let her eat too many?
That was what McQueen thought.
Teio had the same suspicion, though she went ahead and asked directly.
"Eh? Little Oguri, why do you carry around so many snacks? Are you… always getting hungry?"
Kitahara, too, looked curious.
Roman shook her head seriously.
"No… I don't get hungry easily."
Seeing that the two sisters had taken enough, she stopped handing them over and continued earnestly, blinking her big eyes.
"It's because Mama White Narubi said that when oneechan was little, her health wasn't good. She had to eat a lot to get better. So I thought… if I carry lots of food with me, then oneechan won't ever go hungry!"
She smiled brightly as she pointed to different parts of her clothes.
"I have veggie chips here, finger biscuits here, and salad-flavored potato sticks here…"
After listing a few more, she frowned slightly.
"But… I never asked Mama or Oneechan what she actually likes. So I just bring the ones I like. I hope Oneechan will like them too…"
"She definitely will! Oguri Cap-senpai will definitely love them!" ×2
Teio and McQueen said this in unison, blinking in surprise—and then both burst out laughing.
"Hey, trust us, Little Oguri."
Teio puffed out her chest proudly. "I swear on my debut race results: if Oguri Cap-senpai doesn't like the snacks you like, then in my debut race… I'll… I'll…"
Her ears twitched. After thinking for a moment, her eyes lit up and she raised a finger.
"Then I'll only finish second place! How's that!"
…That's so like Tokai Teio. ×2
McQueen and Kitahara shared the same silent thought. McQueen sighed softly at her friend's ridiculous sense of pride, then turned to Roman, her tone full of admiration.
"I already said it, but… ahh, I'm so jealous. Oguri Cap-senpai is amazing—and she has such an adorable, thoughtful little sister."
After spending some time together, both Teio and McQueen clearly grew more fond of Oguri Roman. During their stroll around campus, they began trying to impress her in all sorts of ways—so much that by the time they left, both were visibly exhausted.
Kitahara found it amusing, but he also came to some quiet decisions.
One was to find an opportunity to talk with Symboli Rudolf about Teio's leg condition. Nobody could ever guarantee whether something like a fracture would happen to that future legend—but taking precautions was always worthwhile.
The other decision concerned Mejiro McQueen.
Even before becoming Mejiro Ardan's trainer, Kitahara knew that the Mejiro family's racehorses often suffered from "fragile legs." In another world, both Ardan and McQueen were notorious for frequent injuries—losing races and even retiring early because of them.
After coaching Ardan, the Eisei Team had begun communicating closely with the Mejiro family's medical group. It hadn't been too detailed before—but from now on, he'd make sure to subtly remind them to monitor the current generation more carefully.
He planned to have Maruzensky help facilitate this—she trusted him deeply now, and using concern as a pretext would make it easy to bring up.
With those thoughts, Kitahara returned to the student council office with Oguri Roman.
Oguri Cap was already waiting at the door.
Seeing them, she waved cheerfully.
"Oh! Kitahara, Little Oguri—you're finally back! Let's go eat!"
She rubbed her belly, a bit embarrassed. "I've been fasting a little too long today… I'm starving."
"I talked a lot with Rudolf—about how races are for our own dreams, our true selves… that expectations and pressure are normal, but what matters most is remembering why we run."
"But before that—"
She rubbed her belly again, lips curving downward.
"—I've gotta fill my stomach first."
…Good. Looks like all the pressure's gone now.
Kitahara didn't know what exactly she and Rudolf had discussed or what emotional journey she went through—but seeing her prioritize food again, he felt completely relieved.
If she can eat, then all is well. Let's go eat.
Just as he was about to say that, Oguri Roman suddenly gasped.
"Eh? Oneechan fasted for too long? That's terrible! You must be so hungry!"
"Ahaha, yeah, I waited for you guys a little, but it's no big deal. Let's eat."
"Mhm! Then here, Oneechan, have something first! I brought lots of food—look, this one, and this one, and this one too!"
"Whoa! Little Oguri, that's amazing! How'd you even do that? Why do you have so many snacks? Mmm—thank you, thank you! Delicious!"
"Mhm! As long as you like them, that means Teio-oneechan and McQueen-oneechan were right—you really do like these!"
"Eh? You met Teio and McQueen?"
"Uh-huh! They're very, very nice sisters! They took me and Uncle Kitahara to so many fun places!"
"Mm-hm! That's wonderful."
…Wait a sec. Did you two just forget I exist?
Watching the silver-haired pair walking off together down the hallway, voices growing faint, Kitahara could only smile helplessly.
Then, silently, he chuckled and shook his head.
Ah well—it's fine. As long as they're happy.
That evening, after dinner, Kitahara sought out Maruzensky to discuss his concerns about Tokai Teio and Mejiro McQueen.
He spoke vaguely, saying he had a trainer's intuition that they might need to strengthen their leg durability.
Maruzensky didn't question him at all. She immediately contacted Rudolf Symboli, then turned back to reassure him.
"Don't worry, Kitahara."
Having seen how creative and insightful the Eisei Team's chief trainer was, she took his words seriously and explained in detail.
"What you mentioned—we've actually been thinking about that for a while now."
"It's not just about Teio and McQueen—it's about all of the horse girls."
"The dietary plans from your team, along with the recent discussions between Kyoko and Tadashi on nutrition, have shown huge potential to improve our physical conditioning—especially for the younger ones."
"So when I say we've been thinking about it, I mean we've been planning to roll it out across the whole academy."
"The tricky part is, for a full rollout we'll need approval from both the URA Association and the Board of Directors. It's a big financial commitment."
"Rudolf's idea is to start small—run a limited pilot program first, record the results, and use that to get easier approval later."
She smiled warmly, half in surprise and admiration.
"Funny thing is—we only talked about this plan a few days ago, and now you've come up with the perfect starting point."
"Teio and McQueen are about to debut, and they're both exceptionally talented. They're ideal candidates for the trial."
"Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you and Mr. Roppei have some mysterious connection with the Fukukitaro family's horse girls. You two predict things like fortune tellers!"
…You misunderstand. I actually know a bit about the future—not the same thing as Fukukitaro's half-mystical intuition.
Kitahara smiled awkwardly and just said they should act sooner rather than later. Maruzensky agreed.
"Rudolf feels the same. She's taking Teio to the hospital tomorrow for a full examination."
Then she laughed, looking puzzled.
"I don't get it—Rudolf's unusually attached to that kid. Never seen her so invested in any other junior…"
"Anyway, I'll handle the Mejiro family side with CB. There shouldn't be any issues."
Of course Rudolf's especially attached—it makes sense, since she's basically Teio's dad.
Kitahara smirked silently at the thought and moved on from the topic of health and nutrition. He knew when to stop—Maruzensky, Rudolf, and CB were all legends, not just in strength but in wisdom.
He changed the subject.
"Oguri Cap's martial discipline training is nearly finished. In a few days, we'll start prepping for the Satsuki Sho—both specialized and tactical training."
"I'll handle those parts. But since it's a G1 event, shouldn't we also start preparing their race outfits?"
In this world, the "race outfit" (決勝服, kesshōfuku) is said to be a divine blessing from the Three Goddesses. Every horse girl receives her own unique version, and regardless of its design, it always carries a mystical quality—enhancing performance and reducing the risk of injury.
In another world, these outfits correspond to the real-life horses' iconic racing silks—but here, Kitahara didn't know how they were actually bestowed.
He'd never found a single piece of concrete information about them—only vague descriptions of their effects and examples from past G1 participants.
He'd even asked his uncle and other trainers, but his uncle merely said: "You'll find out once your trainee enters a G1."
So he decided to ask now, both out of curiosity and necessity.
"Race outfits, huh… yes, we should prepare them."
Maruzensky nodded. "In a few days, both your Eisei team and the Chouetsu team will have rest days. Oguri Cap and the others all qualify for the Satsuki Sho now."
The main criteria for entry were fan numbers. Both teams had strong win records, so even those who lost in preliminaries could still qualify through fan support.
Eisei's members were especially popular thanks to their side projects.
The Chouetsu team, with talents like Naise Fumino and trainers from elite families, had no trouble either.
"So, once your rest day arrives—and after CB and I finalize things with the Mejiro family—on that day, all your girls will pray for their race outfits."
…Pray?
That word caught Kitahara's attention.
So the outfits really are gifts from the Three Goddesses? No wonder there's never been any concrete info—anything divine tends to stay secret…
Still, if it's divine in nature—just like the Domain ability—then maybe witnessing how these outfits manifest could give him new insight.
If that's the case… could every horse girl eventually earn her own G1 outfit?
Excitement welled up inside him.
When the day arrived, Kitahara and the other trainers brought their horse girls to the location Maruzensky had chosen—and Kitahara was surprised.
It wasn't any special sacred place, just the plaza in front of the main gates of Central Tracen Academy.
From the gates, one could see the grand, medieval-style administrative building, solemn and dignified, with a bronze bell hanging atop the main tower.
And just beyond it—the statue of the Three Goddesses.
It was the most complete representation in all of Japan: the goddesses Godolphin Barb, Byerley Turk, and Darley Arabian together in one monument. In other regions, statues usually featured only one, making this one unique to Central Tracen.
Could it be… the race outfits come from this statue?
Curiosity stirred strongly in Kitahara's heart.
In the original game, this statue held deep significance—the inheritance system allowed horse girls to gain traits and skills from their predecessors, symbolically through this statue each April.
If the same held true here, maybe the statue really was the source of the outfits—minus the "skills," of course.
He mused to himself.
If skills were involved, Maruzensky would have mentioned it. The only "ability" he'd seen so far was the Domain, and that was more like a state than a power.
So… would they need to stand before the statue and reach toward it, like in the game?
While he pondered this, Maruzensky clapped her hands with a bright smile.
"Alright. You all know this statue well—it represents the Three Goddesses who bless us with our talents: Godolphin, Byerley, and Darley."
"Now, aside from Sakura Chiyono O and Dicta Striker. Oguri Cap,Super Creek ,Mejiro Ardan, and Yaeno Muteki—you'll each take turns aligning your hand with one of the goddesses' palms."
Her tone grew solemn.
"Remember: choose the hand that resonates with your heart. You must not use any external aid. All five fingers must align perfectly—not even a millimeter off."
Maruzensky stood 164 cm tall—already above average for a horse girl—but the statue behind her loomed over 3 meters high, built atop a 1-meter pedestal. The six raised arms of the goddesses soared nearly 4 meters above the ground.
Just reaching the hand itself was hard enough. And with the statue standing in the center of a 2-meter-wide reflecting pool, the risk of slipping only added to the challenge.
Sakura Chiyono O and Dicta Striker had both experienced this already—having earned their race outfits during earlier G1s. One looked anxiously supportive; the other, amused and knowing.
Oguri Cap and the others, however, wore blank, uncertain expressions—they clearly had no idea what to expect.
The Chouetsu trainers looked calm; they'd been through this before. Naise Fumino even gave the Eisei team a faint, appraising glance.
The newer trainers like Yuzuhara were visibly uneasy—none of them really knew what was going on.
Kitahara, though, rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he stared at the statue.
That height, that pool diameter… and they have to match the fingers perfectly, without help…
So the only way is to run and jump for it.
A running start—meaning it's a test of precision, speed, strength, and control.
In other words—a trial.
Whether they could touch the goddess's hand under those conditions would determine if they received her blessing—and thus their right to wear the race outfit, to join the G1.
He turned his eyes toward Oguri Cap, Super Creek, Mejiro Ardan, and Yaeno Muteki.
Can you do it?
(End of chapter)