Silence Suzuka, her slender form a blur of orange and white, effortlessly dominated the training course. Her eyes, usually focused solely on the track, shifted as she spotted her Trainer amidst the onlookers. The stoic reserve that defined her melted away, replaced by a faint smile. With a burst of speed, Suzuka altered her course, weaving gracefully through the crowd, leaving a trail of whispers in her wake.

"Ah, Trainer-san,"

Suzuka whispered, her voice as calm and reserved as ever.