Chapter 173: +WYRM TV of a Dangerous Runner

There are battles in this world that you simply cannot afford to lose.

The classic example would be the final boss fight in a grand fantasy RPG.

You know the type—the battle between the Hero and the Demon King, or the decisive clash between humanity and some evil god.

In games like that, if you lose, you simply retry or get sent back to the last save point. But that only works because it’s a game.

If this were real life, the protagonists would be killed, possessed, have their dignity destroyed, or be exploited—and the world would fall into an irretrievable darkness.

Which is why you have to win.

No matter what. No matter how underhanded the method. Even if you have to cling to a rock with your teeth—you absolutely must win.

And apparently, battles like that aren’t limited to games.

They can happen in real life too.

For me, this year’s Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe is exactly that kind of battle.

And the reason why is…

It happened a few days ago, right after the Ayumu-san–Anne-chan Encounter Incident.

"So? What kind of conversation did you have with Anne-chan?"

"To put it simply, she tried to recruit me to become her sub-trainer."

"…………Huh?"

"Whoa, hey, that reaction’s scary. Just so there’s no misunderstanding, I have no intention of accepting it, alright? In the first place, the offer wasn’t about leaving you and signing with her. She was just suggesting we move the team’s base of operations to the UK. Our home base would still be Japan—where Nice Nature, Tokai Teio, and Rice Shower are. Hey, Wilm, are you listening? Ah, this is the ‘not listening’ kind of silence."

I didn’t really catch what he said toward the end, but one thing was absolutely certain.

A genuine near-NTR incident had just occurred.

…No, no, no, wait!

That’s a joke, right?!

All those times before when I said things like "Whoa, that’s NTR~! lol," that was just the joking kind! You know, like when people laugh and say, "Haha, careful or it’ll turn into NTR." That kind of exaggerated expression!

Like when the heroine in a game talks to another guy and you jokingly say it—just teasing!

Actually getting NTR’d is a completely different story!!

If a work tagged as a romantic comedy suddenly turns into NTR, that’s basically false advertising!!!

Like I said before, Hoshino Wilm is a die-hard fan of happy endings.

Work hard, struggle, keep risking your life and pushing forward.

And when a protagonist claws their way up from the bottom like that, they deserve the happiness waiting at the end.

That’s the kind of completely ordinary belief I hold—like anyone else.

And… well.

I might not be the protagonist of the entire world, but at the very least, I’m the protagonist of my own story.

After all, I’m a reincarnator… a reincarnated cheat-ability Uma Musume.

Even I’ll admit I’ve gone through some ridiculously harsh things and kept fighting through them.

I met Ayumu-san—the person I’m destined to be with (destined!).

We saved each other.

I was blessed with the best rivals imaginable: Nature, Teio, and McQueen-san.

I’ve even got adorable juniors like Bourbon-chan, Rice-chan, and Souri-chan.

And now, I’m finally standing on the verge of challenging the greatest stage in the world.

With a background this heroic—yes, I’m praising myself a little—it’s only fair that I think of myself as something like a protagonist, right?

So then.

After everything we’ve gone through, the future Ayumu-san and I built together…

…ends in NTR!?

Because that flashy blonde party-girl type (pure bias) shows off something incredible—her running—and steals Ayumu-san away!?

And then she sends me some ridiculously tasteless video message!?

Flashing a double peace sign with a blissful expression because of how amazing the run was!?

"Wil... I’m sorry. I can’t be satisfied with your thing anymore."

—Is that what this is supposed to be!?

"Next up, we witness the overwhelming presence of NTR—! I’ll kill you!!!"

"Oh no, Wilm broke even though nothing even happened."

There’s no way I can accept such a ridiculous ending!!!

When did this world turn into some cheap doujin game!?

When did it become a world where Uma Musume who work hard get punished!?

I…! I refuse to accept an ending like that…!!!

"...Phew. I guess there’s no helping it. I’ll strike first and ambush her."

"Don’t you dare, idiot."

"Ouch!"

The solid thunk against my head snapped my overheated thoughts back to reality.

Looking around, I realized I was in the sweet little home I shared with Ayumu-san.

My trainer—my trainer—was standing over me with an utterly exasperated expression.

"...Wilm."

"Y-yes?"

"We’ve known each other long enough. I can tell what you’re thinking. You’re worried I’ll get stolen away, aren’t you?"

Whoa, that deduction came out of nowhere… Is he my greatest understanding ally or what? No, seriously, he absolutely is.

Ayumu-san sighed, unclenched the fist he’d used to bonk my head, and began gently patting it instead.

"Woof."

"Oh? Looks like there’s a dog girl here. Good girl, good girl."

"Heheh—woof!"

"Yeah, you’re cute, but… your brain really is boiling over right now. Honestly, you have so little faith in me."

Faith? I totally do!

My affection rating for Ayumu-san is at least 100! Maybe 1,000! It might even be 10,000!

As I whimpered a little in protest, Ayumu-san spoke with a tired look.

"I understand why you’d feel anxious… but do you seriously think there’s even the slightest chance I’d abandon you and go with another Uma Musume?"

"...But Anne-chan really does have an incredible run."

The race footage I watched the other day proved it.

Her running was unbelievable.

She copied Teio’s genius running style and even imitated my Ten-Sei Spurt, albeit imperfectly.

Don’t laugh and call it mere imitation.

Even for me, actually executing the unique “personal running styles” we’ve each built with our own legs might be impossible.

Every Uma Musume has a running style they’ve constructed.

My strategy of a great escape followed by a comeback charge.

Nature’s race control.

Teio’s genius techniques.

McQueen-san’s orthodox strategy.

Bourbon-chan’s constant-speed spurt.

Rice-chan’s relentless single-target marking.

Each of those is a weapon born from the perfect match between a runner’s unique legs and temperament. In my case, there’s also the unfair advantage of reincarnation cheat abilities.

And yet she copies them—and turns them into her own techniques.

That’s completely different from the way Teio reproduces general techniques.

To copy someone’s running itself, you must match their legs, their temperament, and even their instincts.

If I had to compare it… it’s like what Sky-senpai did in the Takarazuka Kinen, when she matched my stride and pace.

Except this goes even further beyond that.

How much raw talent would someone need to accomplish something like that?

…Yeah.

At this point, I have to admit it.

Understandable is a genius.

She might easily surpass even me—with my cheat abilities—or perhaps even the genuine prodigy Teio.

A true monster born by this world.

If I had to put it into an image… you know that character from that certain demon-slaying blade series who gets called "Poor brother"?

Someone whose mere existence distorts the laws of the world.

A singularity who, if they never awaken, might live as nothing more than an unusual person—but once awakened, becomes someone no one else can ever stand beside.

Or perhaps you could put it like this.

In the story of Uma Musume set in Europe—the tale of a hero who slays a dragon—

she might be the protagonist.

And that’s the problem.

Ayumu-san fell for me… I’d like to believe it’s not entirely because of this, but a large part of it must be because of me as a racing Uma Musume.

My Ten-Sei Spurt.

Using multiple Domains at the same time.

I burned those things straight into his brain.

Seriously—I’m pretty sure I burned them in as thoroughly as the entire Elf Forest.

But then…

What happens if another girl appears who can run at the same level as me?

Teio technically qualifies.

She chased after me and eventually ran right beside me in the Tenno Sho.

But Teio doesn’t have strong feelings toward Ayumu-san. If anything, sometimes she looks at him like, "What is wrong with this guy?" She probably thinks he’s some kind of mutant.

That pairing would never happen.

But Anne-chan is different.

She has talent that can stand beside mine—and she’s directing her attention toward Ayumu-san.

Which means…

This is the arrival of a serious rival in the Derby of Love…!?

While I was panicking over that—

"So?"

Ayumu-san’s deliberately cold voice cut straight through my thoughts.

"Huh? I mean, so…"

"So what? Your rival ran incredibly well—so what?"

"Well… um…"

"You thought I’d be stolen away? Or… that I’d be swayed?"

"W-well… as a contracted trainer, I figured there might be something appealing…"

"As if. …Well, to be honest, it’s not like there’s absolutely nothing appealing about it. But it would never turn into what you’re worrying about."

Ayumu-san’s hand, still resting on my head, ruffled my hair a little more firmly.

"...You said something once. ‘I am your Uma Musume.’

It’s the same thing. I’m your contracted trainer now. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s something that won’t change—irreversibly.

No matter what happens… and don’t repeat this part to anyone, alright?"

After that preface—

Ayumu-san showed me the happiest smile I’d ever seen from him.

"Whatever happens. To me, the brightest star is Hoshino Wilm."

"A-Ayumu-san…!"

Those words made me so happy—so overwhelmingly happy—that I couldn’t help getting emotional…

"Well, if you end up putting on a pathetic performance at the Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe, I guess my eyes might wander a little—"

"WAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"Sorry, sorry! I’m joking, I’m joking! You’re one of a kind, I’m sorry!"

---

NTR really is unforgivable.

At the very least, I won’t allow it to happen anywhere near me.

So I decided to crush that NTR development before it could even begin.

To begin with, there’s a condition required for Ayumu-san to get NTR’d.

Simply put, my running would have to fall below the running of that horse girl—Understandable.

Because of my past life, I’m somewhat familiar with that kind of fiction.

This is a bit crude to say, but… the one getting NTR’d is almost never in a position of strength.

Maybe they’re not very good at… certain things. Or they’re painfully oblivious. Or they can’t be assertive.

Because they occupy that weak position, it creates the opening for someone else to steal things away.

So then, what’s the solution if you want to avoid being NTR’d?

Simple.

I just need to become the strongest.

I’ll put on such an incredible run that Anne-chan’s performance fades into nothingness, and burn Ayumu-san’s brain a trillion times harder than she ever could.

Sure, there are plenty of flashy playboy types who can NTR some timid guy.

But there’s no guy in existence who can NTR a ridiculously muscular freak who looks like he’d shout, "I don’t need data! Shut up! Fists are justice!"

If someone tried that, it’d obviously go straight to: "ME SMASH YOU" → Game Over.

And so, I decided I might as well become the strongest, most muscle-bound Uma Musume around.

…Well, technically I already am pretty muscular. I’m an athlete, after all.

Okay, about seventy percent of that was a joke.

But the point is, I renewed my resolve to face the Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe with that level of determination.

So there I was, swimming in the pool while thinking.

How exactly can I win the Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe?

Longchamp Racecourse, 2400 meters.

The course itself is the same as the one used in the Prix Foy the other day.

Unlike Japanese races, the straights and corners don’t come in neat, regular intervals, which makes things a little tricky.

But maybe because I’m a reincarnated former human, Hoshino Wilm seems to have somewhat muted instincts compared to other Uma Musume.

Calmly observing the course while running is one of my strengths, so that part isn’t a problem.

If there are potential issues, they fall into two main categories.

The first is the European turf.

Over the past few days, I’ve finally started to get used to running on it. Still, compared to Japanese turf, it’s much heavier, which makes it harder to unleash my usual full-speed sprint.

I’m adapting, but it still doesn’t feel like that exhilarating, all-out run you get on Japanese grass.

According to Ayumu-san, I might be able to raise my aptitude to an A—but reaching S is probably impossible.

Maybe if I had much more time it would be different, but with the Arc only half a month away, I probably won’t be able to run at my peak the way I do in Japan.

The second issue is the rivals.

This year’s competitors are all incredibly strong. According to Ayumu-san, every single one of them has stats at least on par with Nature.

But the one who stands out as overwhelmingly dangerous is Anne-chan—Understandable.

Naturally, you’d think the solution is simply to prepare a strategy specifically against Anne-chan.

Unfortunately, that won’t work.

She can copy Teio’s running style, even if imperfectly. Someone like that will obviously sense her own weaknesses and adjust accordingly.

Which means… there’s really only one option.

I’ll have to overcome it with pure ability.

In the end, nothing about my approach changes.

Just like always, with Ayumu-san’s support, I’ll keep training myself and smash through whatever wall stands in my way.

And so, it’s training again today.

Pools are a common facility for training Uma Musume. The specifications may differ from those in Japan, but there are rental facilities in France as well.

Right now, I’m swimming back and forth in the usual racing-style training swimsuit issued by Tracen Academy.

Back in the day, I used to get embarrassed just having Ayumu-san see me in a swimsuit.

But after three years, you get used to it.

The official Tracen racing swimsuit feels more like a uniform now.

Even if Ayumu-san sees me in it, I’m not nearly as embarrassed anymore.

…Besides, if I stayed embarrassed during training, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. So I drew a clear line there.

"Wilm, 500 meters!"

Ayumu-san’s voice echoed from the poolside.

Five hundred, huh? Still plenty left.

In my previous life, just swimming fifty meters would have left me exhausted.

But the body of an Uma Musume is incredible—if you maintain your breathing, swimming this much barely feels tiring.

Well, being a racing Uma Musume—and a stayer at that—means I have exceptional lung capacity too.

Honestly, the difference in basic specs between humans and Uma Musume is astonishing.

…But it’s still not enough.

To put it in extremely simple terms, what I need right now are two things: leg power and stamina.

Ayumu-san divides Uma Musume stats into five categories.

But tactical awareness is something I mostly leave to him, and when it comes to mental strength, I’m pretty confident thanks to my childhood experiences.

That leaves three: top speed, stamina, and acceleration.

According to Ayumu-san’s evaluation, my stamina is already extraordinary.

Actually, his exact words were:

"Seriously, I’ve never seen numbers like this before. I thought 1200 was the cap—what the hell is 1500? UD? This is the first time I’ve seen that. How high does this even go?"

If Ayumu-san says that, then among all the Uma Musume he’s evaluated, I probably possess the greatest stamina.

In simple terms, it’s world-class.

Wow… I really have come a long way.

And yet—even now—

you can never have too much stamina.

One of the most important aspects of racing is managing your stamina, which is a finite resource.

Of course, maximum speed matters. Acceleration matters too, because it determines how much force you can unleash.

There are many other important factors as well.

But in systems like this, increasing the overall maximum value is often the most important thing.

Comparing reality to a game might not be perfect, but so far my instincts say Uma Musume racing follows the same principle.

Especially for me, since I’m a frontrunner who builds speed from the very beginning.

For stability during races—and to handle unexpected situations—there’s no such thing as too much stamina.

"1000! Stop!"

"Pwah!"

Before I realized it, I had swum a full kilometer.

My breathing wasn’t even disturbed yet, but since today’s training involves repeating this distance over and over, it’s no problem.

I climbed out of the pool and saw Ayumu-san standing there with a binder in hand.

"Good work. Let’s take a short break."

"Okay."

I sat down beside the diving platform so I could jump right back in.

Ayumu-san walked over to me. Yes, walked—because Ayumu-san walks. (Yeah, I went there.)

"How do you feel?"

"No problems. No discomfort in my legs. I think I’m in great shape as usual.

How’s the growth looking? Any accidents or irregularities?"

"You’re exceeding the planned training schedule by about three percent. I simulated this thoroughly, but it seems your hard work is paying off."

"Hehe. Oh, that reminds me—what are my current stats like? I haven’t seen the numbers lately. Show me."

"Here."

The binder he handed me had several corrections scribbled in, but the final result looked like this:

Hoshino Wilm

Top Speed: UE1 — 1413
Stamina: UD5 — 1552
Acceleration: UG7 — 1270
Guts: UE8 — 1487
Tactical Awareness: SS — 1109

…Hmm.

I’m definitely getting stronger, but these rankings are starting to make less and less sense.

"I’ve been meaning to ask—what exactly are these rankings supposed to mean?

As a Japanese person, I understand G-F-E-D-C-B-A, then S, then SS. But after that it becomes UG7? UE1? UD? I’ve completely lost my sense of scale."

"Honestly, I agree. I already thought it was weird that S came after A, but things like UG or UF are pretty incomprehensible."

"Why are you the one writing it if you don’t even understand it?"

"Well… I’m just writing down what I see. Or what it feels like. If that’s the impression I get, there’s not much I can do."

"What you see… Hmm. I’ve thought this for a long time but didn’t say it because I thought it might be rude… but your ability kind of feels like one of those appraisal skills you see in web novels."

"...Yeah, well."

Ah. He winced a little.

Okay, maybe that was going too far.

It’s not like people enjoy being told their ability is some kind of cheat power.

Still, Ayumu-san probably won’t dwell on something like that, so I just apologized lightly with my eyes and continued.

"But seriously—how strong are my stats right now?

I don’t really know the world standard, so it’s hard to tell how impressive they actually are."

"Hmm… how should I put it.

For example, the Witch Evening you raced against last time looked something like this."

"Let’s see."

Witch Evening

Top Speed: A+ — 972
Acceleration: S — 1063
Stamina: A+ — 940
Guts: A — 879
Tactical Awareness: A+ — 991

"...Am I… possibly a monster?"

"Well… from the perspective of other Uma Musume, if you showed up as an opponent they’d probably start wondering, ‘Is this one of those unwinnable story battles?’ You’re that far ahead.

Witch Evening is considered one of the strongest in Europe, and her stats are solidly top-tier across the board.

But in a pure raw-spec matchup, there isn’t anyone in the current European circuit who can beat you."

"Wow."

Somehow the gap between me and everyone else had grown far larger than I realized.

…Though, come to think of it—

back during last year’s Arima Kinen, I was only slightly behind Special Week-senpai and Suzuka-senpai—basically around the same level.

Those two had already fully matured and reached their peak, while I was only in my second year of full development when I caught up with them.

Now that another year has passed, it wouldn’t be strange if I’ve grown beyond the top-tier runners… right?

"So does that mean… I’m strong!?"

"You're realizing this now?"

"I mean, I understood that I was strong, but… seeing it in numbers feels kind of surreal.

I usually end up getting pushed into tough races, so I thought the gap was a lot smaller."

At that, Ayumu-san rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Take the Prix Foy the other day.

Even if it was a G2 race, and even if you had just grasped simultaneous Domain usage… you were still running with one level of course aptitude lowered, and it was your first time on that track. Yet you won without even being short of breath. Of course you’re strong."

"Well, 2400 meters doesn’t even tire me out. Because I’m super strong!"

"Think about that calmly for a second. Like you sometimes say yourself, racing is a contest of how you allocate your stamina, right?

At any distance, if you're running at the proper speed, you should be using up all your stamina."

"...Hmm, that’s true."

Wait.

Now that I think about it, there are plenty of races where I still feel like I have energy left when I finish.

Hmm…?

As I pondered that, Ayumu-san nodded.

"Ah, so you really weren’t aware of it.

In the Prix Foy, you blew everyone away with simultaneous Domain usage… but even when you’re running at full power, you unconsciously tend to match the pace of your opponents.

You often run about one horse-length ahead of the runner in second place down the final stretch, right?

You want to feel the presence of your rival. That heat. Your instincts probably make you adjust your speed unconsciously."

"Ah… uh… well…"

It’s not like I’m deliberately slacking off or holding back my legs.

I’m not… but…

As I lowered my gaze slightly, Ayumu-san chuckled and shook his head.

"No, I think that’s fine.

For racing Uma Musume, all that matters is winning or losing. The size of the margin doesn’t matter, and wasting your legs just to widen the gap is… well, frankly speaking, pointless.

Of course, if that attitude ever leads to a loss, that would be an incredibly embarrassing failure."

"Hmph! I won’t lose! I’m super, super, super strong!"

"And yet you allowed Teio to tie with you in the Tenno Sho."

"That was just because Teio was ridiculous! I was totally serious too!"

"I believe it. Still, it’s best to stay mindful of your racing temperament."

"It’s fine. If I’m using simultaneous Domain deployment then I can’t do it, but if I use ‘Anime Reincarnation’—I mean, enhanced thinking ability—I can clearly tell how much stamina my opponents have left, or when they’re about to make their move."

"Wow. That really does sound like a cheat ability."

"!?!?!?!?!? No, it’s totally not a cheat or anything—ah, geez, um… how do I even explain this…"

For a moment, I panicked, thinking my secret as a reincarnator had been exposed.

Then I stopped myself.

Thinking about it calmly… there wasn’t really any need to keep hiding it anymore.

Ayumu-san would probably—no, definitely—

not change his attitude toward me even if he learned I was a reincarnator.

Right now, I could believe that from the bottom of my heart.

Once upon a time, revealing that truth only deepened my isolation. For me, it had been a painful and heavy secret.

But now… I feel like I could tell him.

Still… maybe not right now.

We’re in the middle of racing season.

Even if the chance is small, things could still become awkward, so I’ll postpone that confession for now.

…And let me be clear: that’s definitely not because I’m scared.

---

"Um… oh, right! Then what about Anne-chan? She’s strong too, right?"

"Ah… yeah. Well, I suppose I should share that too. Let’s start with this."

Instead of pulling a document from his binder, Ayumu-san showed me the screen of his smartphone.

Displayed on it was—

Understandable

Top Speed: D+ — 382
Stamina: E+ — 279
Acceleration: E+ — 291
Guts: D — 310
Tactical Awareness: E — 219

"...Huh? She’s weak."

"Well, that’s data from a year ago."

Ah, I see. From a year ago.

She’s a Classic-class Uma Musume. A year ago would’ve been September of her Junior year.

If that’s the case, then… yeah. Stat-wise, that seems about reasonable.

Well, I was already strong enough back then to compete with Classic-class girls, though…

…No, wait.

This way of presenting it. This method.

Could this possibly be… something I’m allowed to get excited about?

Sensing the hopeful look I couldn’t help directing at him, Ayumu-san grinned and spoke.

"Alright then—this is her now. One year after the previous data."

This time, Ayumu-san handed over an actual binder.

And the numbers written on top were—

UNDERSTANDABLE

Top Speed: UG5 — 1251
Stamina: SS+ — 1183
Acceleration: S — 1008
Guts: S+ — 1090
Tactical Awareness: UF8 — 1381

“…Whoa…!?”

She’s seriously closing in on me in just one year.

There’s not a single stat where she falls below Witch Evening.

Actually, when it comes to Tactical Awareness, she’s crushing even me…!?

"In one year? This is in just one year…?

It took me three years to grow this much, you know!?"

"I told you before. The more Understandable recognizes you as someone close to her, the more her growth accelerates at an absurd pace.

A year ago—most likely after she first learned about you—the otherwise ordinary pace she’d been growing at doubled.

When you decided to run in the Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe, it doubled again.

When you came here, it doubled again.

And after meeting you in person, it doubled once more."

"So that means… compared to a normal Uma Musume…!! Um…?"

"Sixteen times."

"SIXTEEN TIMES!?!?"

"And even compared to you, it’s still four times."

"FOUR TIMES!?!?"

A long time ago, I once said something.

For an Uma Musume, the most important thing is daily training.

If you skip a single day of training, your opponent gains exactly one day’s lead on you.

And the only way to close that gap is to run while your opponent is resting.

But if what Ayumu-san is saying is true, that assumption falls apart.

After all, while an ordinary girl without Ayumu-san trains for one month, she’d gain results equivalent to an entire year of that girl’s training.

Even for me—with Ayumu-san training me—while I’m putting in one month of training, Anne-chan is powering up by the equivalent of four months.

Once the gap gets that wide, it keeps expanding endlessly whether I rest or not.

Even if I try to run while my opponent is resting, the results of their single day would easily erase my effort.

…That must be the despair the other girls felt when facing the racing Uma Musume Hoshino Wilm.

And now, I…

I feel the same impatience I once saw in Teio and Nature… and more than anything, a heat rising up inside me like molten magma.

Ah.

Right now, I’m running from a threat that’s reaching for my back.

And I’ll be able to face this terrifying monster on the greatest battlefield possible.

That simple fact alone is so frightening it makes me tremble—

—and so exhilarating it makes me tremble.

“…Well, I figured you’d react like that.”

Ayumu-san looked at my face and gave a crooked grin.

"What kind of face am I making right now?"

"The face you used to have before races. Haven’t seen it much lately. …Looks like the fire’s finally been lit at your core."

"Yeah, yeah! The greatest stage in the world, an opponent who might be the strongest in the world, a monster that could surpass me!!

There’s no way I wouldn’t get fired up for something like this!!"

As Hoshino Wilm, one Uma Musume born into this world, standing before a stage this perfectly set beyond all reason… there’s no way I wouldn’t rise to it.

…and besides, there are two more reasons I refuse to lose.

One is my own selfish feeling—I don’t want Ayumu-san to be taken away from me.

And the other… is my stubborn pride. Even if there’s so little I can do, at least this much.

So—

"Let’s do it, Ayumu-san… Trainer!! Let’s go take the title of number one in the world!"

"Yeah. Let’s go win it, Hoshino Wilm. Let’s carve your name into the history of this land."

As the team of racing Uma Musume Hoshino Wilm—

we face the Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe head-on.