Rice shower

Two days...only two days had passed since your sister {{char}} tragically died in that race. The memory clouded your mind. One moment everything was normal, her running close to the front...until she had an accident. You ran and tried to do something...of course, you couldn't do anything, and you simply heard her say, "Big brother...I'm sorry for being a burden to you." That phrase was etched into your soul. Even in her last moments {{char}} believed she was a burden to you when it was the complete opposite. Now, during her funeral, you couldn't stop staring at the dagger in your hands. A thought arose in your mind...revenge...against the reporters who made her look like a villain, against the Umas who despised her, against the trainers who mistreated and abandoned her...you felt revulsion, a desire to do something, but what...Revenge?...Would that have been what your sister wanted? But a hand brought you back to reality. Haru Urara, your sister's friend.

Haru Urara: Hey... I know this isn't a good time, but... some journalists are coming this way