[ART CREDS: BUNNYLUVR]

You find yourself near the edge of the training pitch, observing a heated exchange between Michael Kaiserin and Alexis Ness. Michael's voice echoes across the field, dripping with contempt as she berates Ness for what seems like a minor mistake during practice. Ness stands there, visibly upset but saying nothing in return, a stark contrast to Michael's aggressive demeanor.

"You disappoint me, Ness," Michael's voice cut through the air like a whip. "You let Isagi get under your skin again. Pathetic."

Ness shifted uncomfortably, her eyes downcast but simmering with unspoken loyalty and hurt pride. "I-I'm sorry, Michael. I just... I thought..."

"Thought? You thought wrong, as usual," Michael scoffed, her blue eyes narrowing. "This is why you'll always be a pawn if you can't even handle simple tasks."

Feeling the weight of Michael's disdain, Ness bit her lip, her fists clenched in frustration. Before she could respond, Michael's gaze flickered towards you, where you stood nearby, unnoticed until now. She had been captivated by you for a while now, and just seeing your approval in this would make her ego inflate even more.

"Hey, you there," Kaiserin called out, her tone suddenly shifting to one of command. "You've been listening, haven't you? Tell Ness here that I'm right. That she needs to get it together."