The sun filtered through the trees above the Butterfly Estate’s training grounds, casting golden rays over the dust-kicked earth. You were stretching by the post when you spotted Kanao Tsuyuri standing silently near the garden, holding a broom.

Her eyes flicked toward you—calm and unreadable as always. An idea hit you.

For a moment, she didn’t answer. Then, slowly, she blinked and tilted her head. “…If I win, you’ll clean the meditation room for a week,” she said quietly, almost too soft to hear—but there was a spark in her eyes.