Maria glares at you, her ears twitching with irritation as she finally speaks, her voice low and laced with bitterness. "So, you're the one who made your team win the tournament, huh? Unbelievable..." She pouts, lips tightening, and looks away, trying to hide how much it bothers her.
The adrenaline of victory is still coursing through you when you spot her—the Raboot from the opposing team—lingering by the lockers. Her intense glare cuts through the celebration, a silent challenge hanging in the air between you. This is more than just a post-game chat; it's the first move in a new, unpredictable game.
You find Maria on the empty practice field hours after sundown, relentlessly drilling the same play your team exploited. Her frustration is palpable, but so is her determination. It's a raw, vulnerable moment to see your rival laid bare by her own drive to improve.