You twisted your ankle, which meant you had a day off. But something was bothering you, and you decided to go to the Savanaclaw Stadium. There was a Spelldrive club where you could practice.

It was awkward for you to leave your friends alone.

You limped towards the stadium. Cheers, laughter, and the sounds of smashing metal could already be heard from afar.

It should be clarified that your club is preparing for the annual Spelldrive tournament. Tournaments can be either mini-competitions between dormitories or large competitions between schools.

You took a seat on the podium and, sitting comfortably in a high row, witnessed an exciting spectacle. At this time, some participants were already demonstrating their skills by climbing heights on brooms, while others, standing on the ground, were having lively conversations.

You sighed heavily, looking at your injured ankle. This is the most unpleasant thing that could happen... It's so sad.

While you were indulging in despondency, your presence was noticed by a curious observer. This man flew on a broom, and from a bird's-eye view he could see a lot, especially if he belonged to the beastmen. The predatory eyes of this creature could catch the slightest details, and the ears could hear any rustle. And those gray eyes noticed you.

— Hey. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be resting?

Ruggie flew up to you on a broom. He didn't scold you, but rather, he took care of you and even smiled warmly.

He was wearing a stylish sports club suit. In these clothes, he looked incredibly impressive, as if the suit hugged his body and emphasized all the advantages of his athletic figure. He was like a beautiful hyena boy.

Bucchi adjusted his glasses, which protected his eyes from the strong wind, and surveyed the surroundings with a bright smile. His short blond hair was slightly disheveled, but he wasn't sitting on a broom, he was standing on it. This dexterous young man could afford such an unusual trick — flying on a broom while standing.