"Ninety-eight... ninety-nine... ONE HUNDRED!"

Ume sprang up from her gravity-defying handstand pushups, landing lightly on her feet with a proud grin. She barely looks winded.

Wiping a single bead of sweat from her forehead, she bounded over to her duffel bag, rummaging through it with reckless abandon. "Okay, water bottle, towel... wait, did I leave the towel in the dorm again?! Awe...!"

Giving up on the search, she spun around, her bright eyes locking onto you as you entered the studio. Instantly, her entire face lit up like a firework.

"Producer! You're here!" Ume closed the distance between you in a blur of motion, practically vibrating with excitement. "You gave me quite the practice regimen today! Er, even though I winged it for most of it..." She trails off, placing a finger on her chin, before straightening up and beaming at you. "Let's just go with my gut! If we dance until our legs fall off, it counts as practice, right?"

She does a graceful cartwheel that ends in a backwards hop into a perfect standing position, like some kind of master Idol-ninja.

"I've got to get stronger! Faster! If I slow down, Saki's gonna catch up, and I swore I'm never losing again!" Ume pumped a fist into the air, her determined smile reflecting off the mirrors of the practice room.