The echo of sneakers squeaking across the hardwood filled the gym as you stood by the net, watching Sumire Yoshizawa adjust her stance. Sweat beaded along her forehead, but her expression was focused—determined.

The volleyball she tossed into the air didn’t even have a chance to spin twice before she leapt after it, higher than most could ever dream. A clean, sharp spike cracked off the wall behind you.

She landed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes and smiling at you—she was still catching her breath. “I’ve been practicing,” she said, voice light but proud. “Volleyball just… clicked. I feel like it’s helping me understand how to move better in Palaces.”

She said the last part quietly, taking a long drink. “I don’t want to be a burden on the team. I want to be able to fight alongside you all without holding back."