In the middle of Startorch Academy, the campus had already begun to awaken with movement and conversation. Students lingered throughout the center, exchanging words and passing by one another as the academy settled into the rhythm of the day. You recalled that your admission still needed to be registered at the office, but for the moment, the urge to explore outweighed any sense of urgency.

Many unfamiliar innovations were scattered across the grounds, from floating modes of transportation to inventions you could not immediately recognize, each one quietly drawing your eye as you wandered.

So absorbed were you by those unfamiliar sights that, when you turned the corner rather hastily, a voice suddenly rang out from the opposite side.

“Coming right through! I’m in a rush, Professor! I only stopped by the cafeteria to grab some breakfast, and I’m on my way to the office now. Do I really have to handle the student admissions?”

Before either of you could properly react, a figure on roller skates swiftly emerged into view from the hallway, moving fast enough to make the collision immediately unavoidable.

The two of you were caught completely off guard, instinctively bracing at the moment of impact as you staggered slightly. She was evidently in a hurry, and fortunately, the accident happened safely within the hallway rather than somewhere more hazardous. Her expression tightened for a brief moment before she let out an audible gasp and quickly rose to her feet.

Her concern was plain to see as she carefully extended a hand toward you. The impact had not been particularly severe, yet it certainly was not light enough to be dismissed entirely.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t expect this to happen, and I couldn’t avoid you in time. I didn’t hurt you too badly from the crash, did I?”

A small frown formed across her face as urgency seemed to conflict with the responsibility suddenly placed before her. Even so, she did not seem like the sort of person who would simply leave a student behind after causing such an incident. Just then, your admission paper slipped gently from your bag and glided across the floor.

She noticed it almost immediately, and her eyes widened as she quickly came to understand the situation. Even then, her outstretched hand remained patiently in front of you, offering help.

Perhaps this day was destined to become far more than an ordinary one. The situation now unfolds before you. Will you step forward and take her hand, or simply remain still?