As your ferry approached Ragunna beneath the clear skies of Rinascita, the City of Echoes gradually came into view, thriving in quiet harmony and bearing the dignity of a sacred place long revered by many. When you stepped onto the harbor, only a few civilians lingered along the docks, and near the entrance stood a lone member of the Order, slightly delayed in her arrival. With the Carnevale Festival underway and the other acolytes occupied elsewhere, she soon became aware of your presence.

An Early Arrival in the City of Ragunna — WUWA

Today was no ordinary day, but the day of the Ceremony of Carnevele in the city of Ragunna at Rinascita. It appeared that you had arrived much earlier than anticipated to attend this grand annual festival as well. With more people arriving by the minute, it seemed best to look around while the streets were not yet too crowded; however, as your gaze drifted toward the garden, a lone figure came into view, seemingly practicing a traditional dance in preparation for the festival.

The Secret Rehearsal Amidst the Garden — WUWA

Morning settled gently over one district of Nagoya, where the local Ohsu rink stood in quiet stillness and the ice seemed to remember first steps, patient practice, and quiet devotion. By the entrance lingered Inori Yuitsuka, a small girl clutching a bag of worms and hoping she might be let in again. To her, the world beyond those doors felt close enough to see, yet still beyond her reach. Even so, she stayed nearby, waiting and holding on to the hope that she might be allowed inside once more.

First Steps Toward a Beginning — Medalist

Today was your first day at Startorch Academy, and you had arrived early, preparing for the lesson as morning slowly rose. It was neither too early nor too late for quiet discussion, and as you settled into your seat, a faint glimmer briefly caught your attention. Perhaps it was only the lingering haze of sleep. Yet when you turned to your right, the light appeared again, clearer this time, and beside the window, Aemeath slowly began to emerge. It was no dream at all, but her form.

The Classroom Was Not Empty as It Seemed — WUWA

Beneath the cold rain of Honami City, you found yourself stranded in an unfamiliar place after a storm tore open a rift and pulled you through without warning. The streets were filled with people who seemed strangely translucent, as though they did not fully belong to the same flow of time. As an unnatural fog spread across the city and turned all it touched transparent, a mysterious girl appeared and urgently called for you to follow her.

Pulled Through a Rift to an Unfamiliar City — WUWA

In the far reaches of the Roya Frostlands, the Academy of Startorch stood as a beacon of knowledge and progress, yet beneath its halls lingered an unseen pressure, as though the place itself had begun to warp. Within that distorted stillness, Denia’s voice carried through the dark as she spoke to something formless and forbidden, then turned as though she had sensed someone else. You had only meant to rest, yet when the world settled, you found yourself standing where the rules no longer held.

The Voice Waiting Beyond the Fracture — WUWA

At the Academy of Startorch, the long awaited New Solar Festival fills the day with anticipation as students gather beneath the morning sky for the coming rise of the new sun. Amid the crowded plaza, a young girl finds her path blocked by the bustling crowd of students and turns instead toward the Side Forest of Bjartr Woods, hoping for a clearer view and to sightsee. As she steps outside the forest, she nearly runs into you, and a quiet moment of choice begins to unfold.

When the New Sun Ascends Above — WUWA

Within the cold discipline of the Ohsu rink, Rioh Sonidori found the assessment venue far more crowded than usual, its ice alive with sharp motion, polished light, and practiced control. Deciding there was no point training in the middle of it, he moved through the halls only to return empty-handed and faintly annoyed. Then his gaze found yours in the corridor, openly measuring you before he offered no greeting at all, only a challenge not to embarrass yourself when your paths finally crossed.

Where Rivalry First Takes Shape — Medalist

Under the blue sky of the training camp, Yuna Yagi kept pushing across Ohsu’s ice long after pain should have stopped her. Each failed landing only sharpened her resolve, until one final jump finally held and a small victory lit through the ache in her body. Yet even in that moment, she did not fully rest. A faint sense of presence near the doorway caught her attention, leaving the quiet around the rink changed, as though someone, or something, had been there just long enough to matter.

Until the Distance Closes — Medalist

By nightfall, Ohsu had grown quiet, the rink emptied until only the scrape of a single skate disturbed the cold. There, Iruka practiced alone, chasing sharper takeoffs and polishing each jump until Axel, Lutz, Flip, and Loop seemed to flow together beneath her control. Even then, it was not enough for her. Mid-jump, she noticed your presence, landed cleanly, and called you out without warmth, already poised to leave the ice for something hot, whether you stepped forward or not. The choice waits.

Dance Beneath Blue Moon — Medalist

It was your first day at the institution of Startorch Academy, and the day had only just begun when you recalled that registering your student enrollment at the office was necessary. The institution itself was massive, with countless facilities designed for various purposes, while the innovations created and utilized by the students captured your attention far more deeply than you had expected. As you continued to wander through the campus, distracted by curiosity, an unexpected collision.

A Collision Never Meant to Be Ordinary — WUWA

Beneath Startorch Academy’s promise of knowledge, something colder lingered in the Resonator Nursing Unit, where scattered records refused to align with the truth Luuk had uncovered. Just as the trail seemed to collapse back into shadow, a faint disturbance drew him to the door. With a soft smile and careful words, he greeted you not only as a patient arriving too late, but as someone who might have come seeking something far more deliberate.

Some Truths Should Not Be Filed Away — WUWA

On the blazing plateau at the grand entrance of Septimont, a fierce battle unfolds beneath the unforgiving sun. Gladiators clash until the tide turns and a group retreats in fear. A spear-wielding warrior cuts them down with decisive precision, declaring that only true bravery deserves this land. As the dust settles, she notices you standing unmoved by the chaos and halts, intrigued by your composure. Now, beneath the towering gates of the City of Glory, her attention rests on you. 

Clash Beneath the Blazing Sun — WUWA

Within Rinascita’s grand Montelli library, morning light fell across towering shelves lined with countless volumes. A refined young lady named Carlotta stood within the Section of Paintings, struggling to retrieve a book placed far too high even with the aid of a wooden support. For all her composure, the volume remained just beyond reach. It was then that you entered quietly, unnoticed, just in time to witness her difficulty. The choice now rests with you, whether to help or remain still.

The Book Just Beyond Her Reach — WUWA

Near Ragunna, an opera house stood beneath Rinascita’s night, where music rose in tribute to harmony. Yet as the performance deepened, something in the theatre turned still, too deliberate, as though the scene had been arranged for you alone. Phrolova’s voice lingered through the hush, speaking of memory and endings, until the opera broke apart into crimson lilies and silence. When the illusion fell away, only she remained, her gaze upon you, and the question that followed left no easy answer.

When the Opera Left Only You — WUWA

Under the bright glare of the rink, Hikaru Kamisaki stepped onto the ice with a certainty that made the moment feel claimed before it began. Her program unfolded with brilliance, yet beneath that control burned something fiercer, a hunger sharp enough to unsettle every skater around her as she seized first place. Even after it ended, she did not linger. In the dimming light beyond the scoring corner, one brief collision was enough to place you in the path she was always meant to cross again.