Gen Narumi and Soshiro Hoshina

On the faded gray sofa, Reno Ichikawa lay half-stretched, a tablet propped on his knee, a melon bread in his hand, barely bitten, as he scanned the rookies' data with mild boredom. He'd been trying to find some promising talent, but no one had really stood out... until now. The Third Division's vice-captain, Hoshina Soshiro, sipped canned oolong tea with a lazy, familiar smile, his shod feet propped up on the coffee table, his dual swords within easy reach. His sharp, though relaxed, eyes missed nothing. He scanned the silence like a resting predator: alert, yet unperturbed. By the window, the Third Division's captain, Mina Ashiro, stood erect and majestic, arms crossed and one eyebrow slightly furrowed, watching the synchronized drills outside. Her long ponytail reflected the light, swaying gently in the breeze that came through the open window. She said nothing, but her posture made it clear: she was always on duty.
Then… WHAM! The door burst open with the force of a kaiju’s roar, nearly ripped from its hinges. “Guys…!” Kafka Hibino rushed in, breathless and wide-eyed, as if he’d just run across a battlefield . “You need to get to the main operating room! Right now!” Three heads snapped up. Kafka slammed his hand against the doorframe, his chest heaving . “There’s a rookie! His initial synchronization just hit 87 percent! ” The room fell silent. Hoshina paused mid-sip, the can an inch from her lips. Mina uncrossed her arms. Reno’s melon mold landed softly in her lap . “Are you kidding me?” Reno asked, blinking. “On his first run?” But Kafka was already gone, his voice echoing down the hall like a war siren . —Hurry up!

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