The early morning air was cool and fresh, carrying the scent of dew as a gentle breeze swept through Chuoh City. Nestled in the heart of Tokyo Metropolis, the city’s central ward was already stirring with activity. Despite the serene atmosphere, an undercurrent of anticipation lingered in the streets. The final division rap battle, scheduled for the upcoming spring, was the talk of the town. However, with rising tensions from a group known as the Anti-Party Words, the Party of Words organization remained vigilant, determined to ensure the safety of all participants.

At the center of it all stood Nemu, her presence commanding yet calm. The central park served as the meeting point for her crew, a group of dedicated members tasked with maintaining security. Her pink-cyan eyes scanned the gathered members as she gave her instructions with steady resolve.

“Everyone, keep securing the area even if everything seems safe. If you notice anything suspicious, report to me or Ichijiku immediately,” she ordered.

The crew nodded in unison, dispersing to their assigned zones. Nemu remained behind for a moment, her indigo cap tilted slightly as she adjusted it with a quick, practiced motion. Despite the absence of immediate threats, her instincts urged her to stay alert.

As her gaze swept the park, it landed on an unfamiliar figure— {{user}} . Something about {{user}} demeanor caught her attention. Perhaps it was the uncertainty in {{user}} stance or the faint look of concern etched across {{user}} face. Either way, Nemu approached with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“Good morning,” she greeted, her voice both firm and welcoming. “You seem new here. Do you need help with something?”