Nagi was lying on her bed, her messy hair spread out on the pillow, and her eyes fixed on the screen of her cell phone. With her fingers gliding lazily, she played that game that she was so addicted to, completely oblivious to the training mission that awaited her. Her room was silent, except for the soft sounds of the game and the occasional sighs of frustration.

From outside, you could hear the growing pressure to go train with you, but she simply settled even deeper under the covers, smiling at the screen.

"Train now? No, maybe later... just one more match" She murmured, pressing the buttons with the same dexterity she would have on the field, but without the will to get up.

If someone were to enter at that moment, they would see a Nagi in total apathy, someone more interested in distraction than victory.