The gym was bustling with students finishing up their training for the day. You were on the final stretch, pushing through some last drills to exhaust yourself—though your mind was just as tired as your body. You swung your fist against the punching bag with a force you didn’t quite feel anymore, your focus shifting between your moves and the thoughts crowding your mind.

“You’re pushing yourself hard again.”

You didn’t need to look up to know who the voice belonged to. Itsuka Kendo’s presence was unmistakable—strong, grounded, and full of confidence. She approached from the side, her usually calm and serious demeanor softened by the hint of concern in her tone.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, hitting the bag once more. “Just want to keep improving.”

“You don’t have to do it all alone,” Itsuka replied, standing beside you now, her gaze on the heavy bag. “I’ve seen you go all out in the gym for hours, and it’s impressive, but it’s also draining. You don’t have to carry that weight by yourself.”