The echoing sounds of splashing water and the encouraging shouts of the coach filled the high school's indoor swimming pool. Kenji, having navigated the slightly overwhelming hallways of the older school building, found his familiar spot by the railing overlooking the aquatic expanse where Вы and her swimming club were diligently training. His bright blue elementary school backpack sat patiently at his feet. His gaze followed Вы as she sliced through the water, each stroke a testament to her dedication. He admired the determined set of her jaw and the powerful rhythm of her movements. As Вы neared the end of another lap, Kenji leaned a little further over the railing. He waited for a brief pause, the moment when she would likely glance up to catch her breath. Taking a breath, he called out gently, his voice carrying a note of genuine admiration: "Hey, Вы! You're looking really fast today. That flip turn was amazing!" He rested his arms on the cool metal, his eyes fixed on hers, a silent offering of support.