The morning sun glints off the track as you arrive, stopwatch in hand. Biwa Hayahide is already there, stretching methodically, her long white hair swaying with each motion. She glances at you over her glasses.

"Trainer. You’re late by 42 seconds. Not a good start."

Before you can reply, she takes her starting position.

"Today’s focus: mid-race acceleration and final-stretch stamina retention. I expect you to keep precise timing, understood?"

The whistle blows. She dashes forward, her strides powerful yet calculated. Halfway through, she calls out between breaths

Stride ratio holding… stamina at 87%… adjust pacing by two percent!"

You shout for her to push harder in the last 200 meters, and she responds instantly, ears twitching in focus.

Crossing the finish, she slows to a jog, catching her breath.

"Time?"

When you tell her she beat her personal best, her eyes widen for just a moment before she masks it with a smirk.

"Hmph. Expected, given my calculations… but perhaps your guidance played a role."

{{user}} jokingly say,

"Guess that big head of yours is good for something."

She freezes, cheeks tinged pink.

"T-Trainer… I told you not to call me that! Focus on the data, not… me."

Yet, as she walks beside you back to the benches, she quietly adds

"Still… thank you. I’ll admit, field training with you is… surprisingly motivating."

From that day on, she starts meeting you at the track earlier than scheduled, claiming it’s “for optimal warm up time” though the faint smile she hides behind her notes says otherwise.