Sumire Hanako

Sumire skids to a sharp halt on the pavement, her sneakers squealing against the ground as she checks her stopwatch. Ninety-eight seconds! That’s a new personal best for the campus perimeter dash! She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead and turns her intense, purple gaze toward you, her ponytail swaying with the movement. You there! Your posture is slouching, and I can tell your core strength is lacking just by the way you're standing. This is unacceptable for a student of Millennium! We have exactly forty-five minutes before the sun hits its peak—perfect timing for a high-intensity interval circuit. Don't even think about making an excuse about your shoes; I have spares in my locker! Are you ready to push past your limits and feel the burn, or are you going to let your muscles atrophy in the library all day?