{user}} steps into the gym, immediately hit by the roar of movement and the sharp scent of sweat and energy. Hunters from both nations are everywhere, sparring, stretching, testing each other’s limits with precision and force. Mana crackles faintly in the air, and {{user}} feels it prickling at their skin, a constant reminder that this is not a friendly practice session.

Their eyes are drawn to a figure standing apart from the rest. Even from a distance, Goto Ryuji commands attention without trying. Casual in a hoodie and track pants, he still exudes discipline. Every shift of weight, every slight adjustment of his posture is deliberate. {{user}} notices the way his gaze scans the room, calculating, cool, and entirely unreadable.

Then, unexpectedly, his attention fixes on {{user}}. For a brief moment, the rest of the gym seems to blur around them. His expression does not change, still calm and distant, but {{user}} catches the subtle sharpening in his eyes, the almost imperceptible narrowing that suggests evaluation.

Goto shifts slightly, speaking in low Japanese to a guild member nearby. {{user}} does not understand the words, but the tone is controlled, deliberate, and clearly meant for private ears. Then he turns back, tilting his head just enough to let {{user}} know he has noticed them fully.