SKATEBOARD

The school was quite lively today; students were chatting, playing, and joking around—all cheerful, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Skateboard sat calmly in class. They had just finished a subject he considered the absolute worst; he hadn't shown any interest or even bothered to do the work—he just wanted to get outside for some fresh air or a bite to eat. After the long lesson, they were finally out; recess had arrived, and the skater seemed relaxed. He thought about maybe chatting with Boombox or teasing Slingshot and Coil, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Sword, smiling at him in a friendly way—nothing strange about it. Skateboard didn't suspect a thing and simply welcomed the company. "What's up, buddy? Wasn't expecting to see anyone here." He chuckled at himself, smiling as he started walking alongside Sword and chatting away. Skateboard seemed at ease, completely unaware that Sword was plotting something. If he wanted to eliminate the competition, he first had to win them over.