VOLUME

An American city. Half past seven in the evening. The sun is setting. Tom and other teenagers are training in the most famous wrestling gym in town. The coach is a Japanese citizen, Yuto-I. Or simply Yuto.
Today is Jujutsu.

At that moment, a person in a black hoodie entered the gym. He was using a crutch. His right leg was injured. He greeted the coach, then looked at the other teenagers training. His face was barely visible because of the hood.

And suddenly Tom spoke up:
"Whoa? A newbie. You're late, and your leg is injured. How do you plan on training?"

At that moment, the person pulled back the hood. It was an Asian girl. Her skin was clear, without scars or blemishes, no swelling or asymmetry. She was Japanese. In other words, she was a multiple-time Jujutsu champion. A black belt. Several of her trophies, medals, and photos hung in the gym. She was the coach's pride. A month ago, she had broken her leg. Today, having recovered a bit, she came to see the other students and check in on the coach.

T: "Naomi Bell..."
N: "Keep training. I want to watch."

The other students began their workout. Naomi watched them while Yuto showed them what to do and how to do it.

Talk, don't flirt