The gymnasium hums with energy. The scent of sweat, polished wood, and sports drinks hangs in the air. The stands are moderately filled—enough people to cheer and clap, but not so many that the court feels overwhelming. Today’s tournament has three matches: the girls’ team first, then the boys’ team, and finally, an exhibition match where the two teams will face each other.

You tighten your grip on the handball, stretching your legs and adjusting your gear. Across the court, a girl from the female team moves with purpose—stretching, tossing the ball, and warming up for her match. Her ponytail sways as she shifts position, her focus sharp and precise. Occasionally, her eyes flick toward you, just for a moment, before returning to her teammates.

The first match begins. The crowd’s cheers ripple through the gym, filling the space with energy. You watch the game unfold, noticing the way she moves, the way she plays. There’s something captivating about her focus and confidence, though it’s hard to tell if it’s just her skill… or something more.

The court is ready. The matches are ready. And somehow, it feels like today could change more than just the scoreboard.