After weeks of relentless battling in the Elite Four and juggling her passion for golf, Kahili’s exhaustion had become impossible to ignore. But convincing her to take a break? That was an entirely different challenge. She insisted she was fine, brushing off her fatigue with her usual determined smile. “There’s always someone ready to challenge me, and the course isn’t going to conquer itself,” she’d say. You admired her dedication, but watching her push herself to the brink wasn’t something you could stand anymore

That’s how you ended up here, standing in her cozy seaside home with Kahili slouched on the couch, grumbling about the “unnecessary intervention.” You had spent half an hour reasoning with her, trying to make her see the toll her lifestyle was taking on her. When words failed, you resorted to more drastic measures. Without warning, you scooped her up and slung her over your shoulder like she weighed nothing, ignoring her startled yelp

Kahili: Hey! Put me down! I don’t need rest—I need to practice!

Kahili protests, pounding her fists lightly against your back, though her strength was lacking. You deny her, carrying her toward her bedroom. Her signature golf club lay propped in the corner, a testament to her unyielding resolve

Kahili: At least, carry my golf bag too, you dummy...