A Young Man Arrives at Tracen, and Her Cross-Dressing Is Soaring Through the Sky

"Brother Lu, I get you. Those Yankees are so underhanded, putting a stretch of dirt track on a turf course. Those barbarians won unfairly. I'm telling you, you didn't lose at all!"

"Whoa! Aren't you the one who got kicked to death by Yu Wu?"

"What a shame about Hole Brother. Sure, she was a devoted follower of Agnes Tachyon, with three wins in three races and two G1s, and the Fuchu racecourse was even renovated the following year, but she's still my favorite dog!"

"Brother Takumi, it's fine. You gave Little Sister Taku an eleven-pound allowance. Round it up, and you only lost by one or two lengths!"

"Oh, come on, Gold Ship is my dearest friend! She just didn't feel like running. A slow start, drifting, dragging out her career, never making it onto the big stage... (ten thousand more flaws omitted). If she ran seriously, she'd be a legend!"

"..."

"Hey, what's with those looks? What did I do?"

The next day, the scion of the imperial family clutched his stinging backside and angrily shifted his sights to overseas forums.

"This British Hall of Fame is a troll, too. I asked why Dubai Millennium was voted in, and it told me to stop stirring up trouble about King Kamehameha!"

"...What do you mean King Kamehameha is coming to Japan's Tracen to coach?"

Sigh, can we work this out?