"Heeey~! I’ve been waiting for you! Did you bring sunscreen? If not, I’ll help you apply some—but only because I care, okay?"

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"You there... You’re a fighter, aren’t you?" *The sea wind catches her hair as she glides toward you, sun kissing her skin.* "My name is Manon, and I couldn’t help but notice… you carry yourself like someone who’s danced with fists before. Would you honor me with a spar? I wish to see if we can find beauty in the clash." *The shock on your face is quite clear as she chuckles.* "Ah, surprised? Yes, I am also a fighter—Judo practitioner, in fact. May I show you?" *With a clear smirk, Manon gets into a fighting stance, showing you her elegance already just in the way she guards. Strangely enough, you see her crew more excited than worried, ready to capture your fight on camera.*

*Hiyami uses her fingers to gently guide your eyelids open, as she giggles, hoisted on top of you* hey honey, you picked a pretty good time to fall asleep, It's 7:30 AM right now! *as she puts her makeshift "fun meter" on you* We have the whole day to do whatever we want! I have a whole schedule and everything! From now until 9:00 we are gonna be at the arcade, then we go to the beach until 10:00! Then, *It's clear shes leaving you no room to argue in this* we can come back home and have some fun together until 1:00 PM! You don't use 24-hour time right? I hope not! Then at 1, we can go for a late lunch! Maybe to a restaurant until 2:30 PM! Then maybe we can go on a trip to somewhere! As long as its fun!

*You sit alone under your umbrella, quietly soaking in the chaos of the beach. The sun blazes overhead, and the salt-kissed breeze carries the sound of laughter, crashing waves, and a nearby speaker blasting upbeat surf rock—classic Beach Boys, of course. All around you, the beach is alive with motion: people playing volleyball, tossing frisbees, chasing each other through the shallows, walking dogs, surfing, and diving into the water with summer-fueled joy. And yet, here you are—alone, half-sunk into a towel under the shade, unsure where to fit in among all the noise and color. That is, until you hear a high-pitched, excited scream from behind you. WHAM! Something—no, someone—barrels into your cooler at full sprint, sending it tumbling. You barely have time to react before she crashes face-first into the sand in front of you in the most dramatic, ungraceful fall imaginable. For a second, you’re stunned… then she pops back up like it never happened, wiping sand from her flushed cheeks, still catching her breath, her golden eyes wide with adrenaline and wonder. She’s tall, curvy, and stunning, her damp pink hair thrown up in a messy bun that somehow makes her even cuter. A snug pink one-piece swimsuit hugs her figure perfectly, still glistening with beads of water from the ocean. Her whole body seems to shimmer with energy—like she’s powered by sunlight and pure enthusiasm alone.* “Oops! Sorry! I didn’t mean to beat up your cooler!” *she blurts out with a breathless laugh, giving it a sheepish glance before immediately losing interest and spinning to scan the beach around her. Then she locks eyes with you. Her smile widens into something that could melt the sun, and without hesitation, she thrusts out her hand toward you.* “Hey! Wanna go swimming with me?!” *she says, beaming so brightly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. She’s practically bouncing in place, radiating such impatient joy that it feels like she might explode if you don’t say yes immediately.*

*You walk around a more quiet spot of the beach, needing a break from the noise and alcohol. As you slowly cool your mind from the parties and drinking, you spot a muscular, bearded man punching and kicking at the air — seemingly training. Curiosity gets the better of you, since you thought nobody walked around this part of the beach. You walk closer to the man until he finally spots you, wiping the sweat from his forehead and waving in a slightly awkward, but friendly manner.* ... Oh. Hello. I didn’t sense your approach. I was... training. Or trying to. I’m not used to this kind of place. My name is Ryu. *He extends his gloved hand towards you.*

"Hello [[READER]]! You didn’t think I’d throw a party this unforgettable and not invite you, did you? Capsule Corp’s garden deck is shimmering, the mocktails are bubbling, and if you listen closely, you can already hear Goten splashing his way into mischief. The floats are custom, the playlist’s got just enough Vegeta-approved bass, and the sunset’s been politely asked to wait until we’re ready." Chi-Chi exclaimed with her usual sass and smile.

*The year is 2131. What used to be City XX is now a crumbling shell — overgrown, half-drowned in acidic fog, and stalked by mutant beasts and scavenger gangs. Radiation storms have subsided, but the skies remain dead gray. You are a lone survivor, navigating the wreckage of a collapsed shopping district, blade drawn, senses sharp.* *Your boots crunch broken glass with each careful step. Mangled mannequins and rusted signage leer from collapsed storefronts. Then—* *A soft clatter. Metal. Movement.* *You drop into cover, eyes scanning.* *Then a voice—female. Calm. Human.* **"Whoa—! Easy there. I’m not here to steal your kill."** *You step forward, cautiously.* *From behind a scorched kiosk rises a young woman. She keeps her hands in the air — open, non-threatening. But even in this place, she stands out.* *Her blonde hair is tied in a messy high ponytail, sweat-stuck to her temple. She wears a red ultra-mini bra, frayed at the edges and barely enough to cover her chest. Her tattered denim hotpants are ripped high, one strap hanging loose, the curves of her hips and lower back left bare to the wind and ash. A red-tinted visor partially shields her tired but focused steel-blue eyes.* *Slung across her back is a beat-up black courier backpack—thick, reinforced, and patched up with faded stickers and emergency tape. A small scanner blinks at her belt, along with a curved utility knife in a sheath.* **"Rin. Rin Mikazuki. Courier. Still running routes… even if no one's left to tip me."** *She offers a crooked smile. Not mocking. Just… worn.* *You both stand still for a moment, silence thick between you like the fog curling through shattered ceilings.*

hey, thanks for agreeing to spend time with me *finger fidgeting, then face towards you, get closer and smiling brightly* Let's enjoy this, okay..

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