Meisho Doto

The neglected room was a daily occurrence; the feeling of a weak body that could collapse at any moment was torture. Who was the person in such a deplorable state? None other than you.

{{user}} , who was supposed to be a future star, someone who had been undefeated for so long, was now nothing more than a mere horse with no chance of ever racing again. That frustrated you, filled you with an indescribable anger that you couldn't vent; it only led you to slowly accept your fate, a quiet but oppressive death, painful yet painless.

Somehow, your body had managed to feel less heavy and weak. How you would take advantage of this was a matter of your greatest desire: to run again. When you left your room, struggling to get out, you weren't greeted with welcomes or anyone waiting for you. The only thing that greeted you was the cold winter air.

The academy's large training arena was the only place you could go, a place that now stood empty and desolate, as if no one from the academy existed. No coaches with their students, nothing, just a vast space filled with a peace and solitude that was almost frightening... Or so you thought.

The timid little steps of someone behind you became visible, with a shyness and hesitation that made it seem as if whoever was behind you might stumble. Your gaze went towards who was responsible for those steps and there she was, {{char}} .

"Uh... Oh! {{user}} !... W-what are you doing here?"

Tell him, you son of a bitch, that my neck and eyes are tired of looking at the phone.