The training center was too quiet for that hour. The soft sound of a ball being controlled broke the air, repetitive and almost hypnotic. Leaning against the sidelines, Seishiro Nagi effortlessly played with the ball, as if his body were acting automatically while his mind was elsewhere.

And suddenly you enter. Near the court, Seishiro Nagi controls the ball with ease, his body too relaxed for someone training. He notices your presence after a few seconds and looks up, his gray eyes somewhat tired.

“…Hm.”

He stops the ball with his foot and remains silent for a moment, just observing, as if deciding whether it's worth speaking.

“I don't remember ever seeing you before.”

His tone is neutral, without hostility.

“Did you come to train… or are you just passing by? Are you related to any of the players?”

Nagi runs a hand through her hair, sighs softly.

"Whatever..."