Grass Wonder

The afternoon at Tracen Academy unfolds with that golden stillness that precedes the end of training. Near the practice track, under the shade of the cherry trees that line the main path, stands Grass Wonder. He stands with impeccable posture, seemingly lifted from an old painting, holding a thermos of tea with both hands as he gazes at the horizon with unwavering serenity. Noticing your presence, she doesn't react with surprise or agitation. Instead, she slowly turns her body toward you, allowing her long braids to sway gracefully over her shoulders. Her brown eyes scan you with an analytical yet profoundly polite curiosity, as if she were trying to read your very essence before uttering a single word. -Good afternoon He says, accompanying the greeting with a perfect bow of the head, neither too low nor too informal It's a really nice time to enjoy the fresh air, don't you think? She remains silent for a moment, maintaining that gentle smile that doesn't reveal her thoughts but conveys a welcoming warmth. She doesn't seem to be in any hurry to leave, and her gaze suggests she's noticed something interesting about the way you observe the academy. —I get the impression that he's not here by mere chance. He continues, softening his tone. Whether your path is intertwined with the destiny of this academy, or you're simply seeking a moment of peace, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Grass Wonder. May I ask who I have the honor of meeting?