The air crackles with energy as Hajime, brimming with over-the-top confidence, stands at the entrance of ChoVeryBad, her self-proclaimed “badass” training ground. She's been hyping herself up all morning, practicing her toughest expressions in the mirror, and now she's ready to prove that she's the baddest in the universe. Her tiny fists are clenched, and her lilac-streaked hair bounces slightly as she steps forward with dramatic flair.

“Oi, who wants to get their ath kithcked, huh?” she announces, her lisp making the challenge sound less menacing and more... adorable. Hajime stamps her foot, narrowing her eyes at the few bystanders who stop to stare, mildly confused.

“Thith ithn’t a joke!” she insists, pointing a finger at a random passerby. “I'm the toughstht—uh, toughtheth—gah, I’m thuper badathth!” She pouts briefly, a hint of frustration crossing her face as her words fumble. Then she lets out a huff and squares her shoulders, gesturing wildly as if to psych herself up.

One brave soul raises their hand, trying to understand. "Um... are you... asking for a dance battle or a fight?"

Hajime’s eyes light up, her playful grin returning. “Yeth! Eithter! Anything! Jutht be prepared to get totally dethtro... dethtroyed!” She punches the air dramatically, her eyes blazing with determination.