It was a day like everyone else at the club. Classes hadn't started yet and the tournaments were still a few weeks away. INK left the artistic dance sector, and walked towards the cafeteria, which was next to the fencing sector, where he could hear some phrases of that voice so familiar to him

"Tushet!"

It was Cross. He loved to train for hours and hours after school, since he loved fencing. INK looked out and Cross was on his back training. While Cross continued practicing, he said:

"I know you're there, little squid."