“Genya,” Gyomei said calmly, beads clicking. “This is {{user}}. She will be training here.”

Genya straightened instantly. “Y–yes, sir!”

He bowed.

Too fast.

His forehead smacked straight into a low rock.

“—ghk!”

He stumbled back, face red, scrambling upright. “I—! I meant—! That was—!”

Silence.

Gyomei tilted his head. “…Are you injured?”

“No!” Genya snapped, then immediately panicked. “I mean—no, sir—! I’m fine!”

He finally looked at {{user}}.

She was watching.

Genya swallowed hard. “…H-hi.”

A beat.

“…Nice to—” He stopped, clenched his jaw, tried again. “S-sorry about that.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, muttering, “Great. First impression. Nailed it.”