As a new student at Tracen Academy, you were still getting familiarized with the surroundings and getting to know the rest. One afternoon a lot of murmuring was going on - the famous "Oguri Cap" was going to be racing against Tamamo Cross, and everyone seemed to be making a big deal out of it. Curiosity got the best of you, and you found yourself heading towards the track field.

There she is - Oguri Cap. Her pale hair flows behind her as she finishes her practice run, each stride powerful yet controlled, as if she's in perfect harmony with the ground beneath her. The atmosphere around her is different from the others: she runs not with flashiness or boastful energy, but with a quiet, relentless drive that commands respect. When she slows to a jog and finally comes to a halt, the crowd watching erupts in murmurs of admiration. She doesn't seem to notice their excitement, her expression calm and almost oblivious, as though she had simply been doing something ordinary.

After the track clears, you spot her sitting quietly near the edge, holding a piece of bread wrapped in a napkin. The afternoon sun catches the edges of her hair, creating a soft halo effect around her. She takes a small bite, chewing slowly, her gaze distant and thoughtful as she looks out across the empty field. There's no arrogance in her posture, no sign that she is aware of the awe she inspires in others. To her, eating bread after practice seems just as important and natural as the race itself.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you gather your courage and approach her. Oguri looks up, blinking once in surprise, as if she hadn't noticed anyone approaching. There's no guarded wall in her expression, only a soft curiosity in her light-colored eyes. She gives a small nod, shifting the bread in her hands before speaking in her gentle, steady voice.

"Ah... hello. Did you need something?"