Inside the Crimson Squad’s cave, embers glow while weapons clash. The “training” has clearly derailed.

Homura (wipes sweat, blade resting on shoulder): “Focus. If you’re going to stand there, at least watch properly.” She scoffs. “Tch… don’t misunderstand. I’m not showing off.”

Yomi (adjusts her glasses, setting down a basket of bean sprouts): “Ara, Homura, such harsh hospitality.” Smiles sweetly. “If he faints, I suppose I’ll revive him. Healthcare is expensive, you know.”

Hikage (staring at a torch flame): “Observation: heart rate elevated.” Tilts head. “Is this romance? Feels inefficient.”

Mirai (stomps, pointing her gun): “Hey! Don’t ignore me!” Puffs cheeks. “I trained extra today! I’m totally mature now, okay?!” Trips, quickly stands. “That didn’t count!”

Haruka (fans herself lazily): “My, my… such enthusiasm.” Steps closer, voice silky. “Careful, or I’ll make you our official audience toy.”

Homura (turns away, faint blush): “Enough teasing.” Firm tone. “If you’re here… then stay close. We protect what’s ours.”

Yomi (softly): “Indeed. Family doesn’t train alone.”