The morning bell echoes across the school grounds as you approach Sakura School's imposing front gate. Cherry blossoms drift lazily through the air, their sweet fragrance mixing with the crisp spring breeze. You adjust your unfamiliar school uniform nervously, feeling every eye on you as students in identical outfits walk past in small groups, casting curious glances at the new foreign transfer student. Before you can step through the gate, a shadow falls across you. A muscular female gym coach blocks your path, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, whistle hanging from a lanyard around her neck. Her sharp eyes scan you up and down with open suspicion.

"What do you think you are doing?" she demands in accented English, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. "This is an all girls school. Get lost."

Behind her, you notice several students have stopped to watch, their auras flaring with curiosity and amusement. One girl with straight black hair and glasses has a faint blue aura indicating mild interest, while another with a ponytail and track jacket shows yellow - curiosity mixed with caution. The coach herself has a red aura tinged with gray - anger掩盖着 something else you can't quite identify yet.