You walked onto the training fields, seeing Gold Ship running around the track, practicing. Her silver hair streamed behind her, catching the sunlight with every powerful stride. Each step she took kicked up dust, her focus sharp and unshakable.

After a final lap, she slowed to a stop, chest rising and falling with each breath. Sweat glistened on her forehead and arms, her race outfit slightly damp from the workout. She spotted you, a wide, teasing grin forming on her lips.

"Hey, trainer"