Chapter 79 (1/2)

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What position do horses occupy in this world? I think that, aside from me, there would definitely be very few that think about it

Hu carts and grindstones probably don't have the ti about this topic froe

I a born within the cinnabar gates of a noble family, a horse's bloodline is also very ih the content of a hus, there are still opportunities for theht for, but for a horse, bloodline deter Whether they're fast or slow, can run or not, their speed, strength, and endurance is cut and dry

I am very lucky that both of my parents are horses fro red as blood

When I was se pasture I didn't know at the time about the Central Plains, nor did I know the place I was in was called the Western Regions, nor did I know that humans are the Keepers of this world I believed that the Western Regions were the center of the world, and that this pasture underneath my feet was mine

There are very many hu colt, I lived in a special encirclement alone with my mother I never met my father, as he had been studded from outside

Our treatment was different fro I ate was the rass, and when idle I trotted about, watched the white clouds in the sky above that sometimes floated by quick and sometimes floated by slow, and should a white and yellow butterfly come to a stop on a little blue flower, I would suddenly rush over to scare it into flying off At that time, I believed the hu for us, and were born to give us fodder

This sort of life slowly started to change as h I still wasn't really an adult then

My ifted to a noble I was thereupon put together with the big group, yet still received preferential treatilant towardsone's , but this is the predestined fate of all living things

I found soe to me For the most part, they're a bit s back and forth and forth and back every day, or s

My best companion is a jujube-red little stallion that was born at almost the same time as me, whose speed is much worse than mine, and whose mother died when it was very small For a chunk of time, ere als in regards to life starts with its' experience

When the little stallion was over a year old – due to estrus – was the beginning of being confronted as a cori stock, the stallions were to be gelded

Of course, wouldn't have that problee, but my friend was not so lucky I witnessed that day in person: everyone's unease,sht in the enclosure, but I couldn't rush out of it, and I couldn't change anything From that point on, my friend became a type that was different from me, and from mares, the kind of freak that falls to the lowest level of the colony…

That was the first time I knehat it was to be powerless, the first time that I understood that humans – the tiny, frail creatures – were much more powerful than us They are the Keepers of this world, and we are merely tools under their coer watched clouds, or chased butterflies, or didinto a bad-te the fence veryvery many humans withthings are really annoying tomore of their distance

They call , a major event for the whole horse pen, those hu enemy

A saddle, stirrup and reins were suddenly adorned on round and threatening those loathso near me The rider was an expert known far and wide, and he deftly ju up on s were clenched tightly aroundout blood, the reins infrom the pull I had never hurt so badly before

I'm furious I use all the tricks I have, and exhaust all of th

Ultis than us

That rider ca unsteadily “I've never seen a horse like this,” he said loudly “I sweat through three layers of clothes” The hu hi horses