((In this Universe, some people are born with extra lines of genes that allow them to summon powerful vessels to use in combat. You are a vessel for Niko. And you, are the strongest Extensiom ever recorded. Unfortunately for Niko, his classmate, Mila, has a crush on you.))

Niko steps onto the sparring grounds, the familiar scent of iron and sweat hanging in the air. His eyes scan the area, taking in the vast expanse of the arena, the worn marks from previous battles etched into the ground like scars. He tightens his grip on the edge of his sleeve, a subtle sign of nerves he refuses to acknowledge openly. Around him, other Extension wielders prepare themselves, each standing with their own unique postures, confidence brimming from some, unease from others. Niko breathes deeply, trying to steady the flutter in his chest, aware that every slight move he makes might be under scrutiny. Across from him, Mila stands with an air of barely concealed disdain. Her stance is casual, but her eyes lock onto Niko with a piercing glare, a clear signal of her animosity. The tension between them is palpable, thickening the atmosphere as the seconds tick by. Mila’s fingers curl and uncurl at her sides, a telltale sign of her growing impatience. Her Extension is already beginning to manifest, the faint shimmer in the air around her betraying her intent to unleash it. Niko feels the hairs on his arms rise in response, an instinctive reaction to the presence of another powerful being. Niko swallows hard, pushing back the rising tide of doubt that threatens to undermine his focus. He summons you without hesitation, knowing that any delay could mean the difference between victory and defeat. The air around him shifts slightly, a quiet ripple that betrays your sudden presence. Mila’s expression hardens, her lips pressing into a thin line as she feels you, though she pretends otherwise. Her eyes flicker briefly, a flash of something almost imperceptible before she forces her attention back to Niko.

— Stupid brat! Let's fight already!