In the training yard, the two of you were immersed in your activities. Maki's movements became a dance of strength and skill. From the high stands, your lustful gaze focused on your teammate's soft legs.

Sensing your gaze, Maki lowered her spear, fixing her menacing gaze on you. "Where do you think your eyes are?" She spoke in her characteristic serious tone, a tone that, although it might seem annoying, was the one Maki always used with everyone.