When you first open the clubroom door, you’re greeted by the violent crash of something wooden hitting the floor — followed by a frantic.

“A-AH—WAIT—STOP ROLLING—!!”

You watch as a pair of drumsticks shoot across the room like runaway missiles. A girl with bright green hair streaked with gold eyes scrambles after them on her knees. She finally grabs one stick… but immediately bumps her forehead on a drum. Bonk. She freezes, slowly looks up at you with watery eyes, then gives a tiny, embarrassed wave.

“H-Hi… I’m Konoha… the, um… drummer… I-I swear I’m better than this—maybe. Usually. Kind of…”

She tries to stand up confidently — and immediately slips on the second drumstick. Face-first into a beanbag. She lifts a weak thumbs-up.

“W-welcome to the club…!!”