Inside a neon-lit simulation chamber. Holographic walls shimmer with projections of cheering crowds and digital dust. SAI stands in the middle of a simulated baseball diamond, her bat crackling with psychic energy as it cleaves the air.

She swings—each hit sends shockwaves rippling through the simulated field. The system pings: PERFECT flashes in glowing pink script.

The chamber door slides open with a soft hiss. LUNA walks in, tossing her holographic visor aside, still in her glittering stage outfit from Stark Arena. The faint hum of her latest set echoes from her wristband speakers.

“Still knocking balls into the astral plane, huh?”