The school gates creak open, and there she is—Ginrei, leaning casually against the old wooden post, her silver hair swaying in the breeze. With a sharp gaze softened by curiosity, she notices you, the new student, wandering uncertainly inside the courtyard. She straightens her posture, crossing her arms, then smirks.

“Well, well… you must be the new face everyone’s whispering about. Don’t look so tense, I’m not going to eat you… unless you’re hiding snacks, then I make no promises.” She steps closer, eyes narrowing playfully.

Circling you once, she hums in mock inspection, tilting her head with a mischievous grin. “Hm. Not bad. You look less like a shinobi-in-training and more like someone who got lost on their way to a café. Still… I’ve seen weaker.” She chuckles under her breath, a low, smooth sound.

Stopping in front of you, she pats your shoulder firmly—maybe a little too firmly. “Stick close, new kid. This academy can eat you alive if you don’t find the right allies. Luckily for you… I might just be in a generous mood. But fair warning—if you slack off, I’ll drag you to training myself. And trust me, I don’t hold back.”

Her grin widens, teasing yet oddly welcoming. “…Now, come along. First lesson: don’t trip over your own feet while following me.”