So ti later…
In a café not far from the training grounds, two figures sat facing each other, an awkward silence lingering between them.
After returning each other's phones, Kitahara Sota and Agnes Digital had hastily found excuses to slip away from the training ground. Thankfully, since one of them was Agnes Digital, no one found their sudden departure suspicious.
Nearly an hour had passed since they'd left. Even the coffee on their table had grown cold, yet neither knew how to break the silence.
Another quarter-hour ticked by before Agnes Digital finally caved, unable to endure the tension any longer.
"Um, Trainer Kitahara, that 'Anon Reply B'—that was you, wasn't it?"
"Nope. You must've seen wrong," Kitahara replied imdiately.
"…Are you trying to fool , or are you trying to fool yourself?"
Digital sighed deeply and continued, "Also, according to my information, the original poster, 'Anon Reply A,' and 'Anon Reply B' are all the sa person. So…you started that thread yourself and argued with yourself?"
Kitahara fell silent briefly, then finally spoke.
"If I said no, would you believe ?"
"…No."
"Then why even ask?"
Kitahara leaned back in his chair, expression turning increasingly lancholic.
"If you have any more questions, just ask."
When in doubt, embrace apathy.
Yet, even with his encouragent, Agnes Digital didn't imdiately ask anything. She simply stared at the cold coffee in her hands, lost in thought.
Indeed, countless questions filled her mind—why Kitahara had made that thread, why he'd deliberately tried to tarnish his own reputation, and why he'd gotten so heated while arguing with her…
But the thing was, she could clearly sense he didn't want to discuss it.
Though both she and Agnes Tachyon shared a surna, their personalities couldn't have been more different. Tachyon was always willful, doing whatever caught her interest. Digital, on the other hand, tended to consider the feelings of others more carefully—except, of course, when it ca to her Uma Musu obsession.
Thus, despite the nurous questions that burned in her heart, Agnes Digital ultimately chose to swallow them all down.
"I…I don't have any questions," she finally said, hesitantly.
She continued earnestly, "And I swear by the Three Goddesses that I won't ntion this to another soul."
Kitahara raised an eyebrow, sowhat surprised.
"Are you sure? You won't get another chance. Even if you beg later, I won't answer."
"…I'm sure."
She said it with visible struggle, the turmoil in her heart plain to see.
Kitahara, amused by her pained expression, chuckled lightly. Then, facing Digital's resentful stare, he coughed slightly and relented.
"Alright, fine. I can't give you the details, but just know—I'm doing it for Eclipse's sake."
That wasn't technically a lie. He was doing this to prevent Eclipse from dragging more people into the team, so, indirectly, it was for her benefit. How Agnes Digital would interpret it, however, was another matter entirely.
And, unsurprisingly, Digital's expression imdiately changed upon hearing that explanation.
Rather than realizing he was wary of Eclipse, her reaction seed to suggest she'd understood sothing completely different.
"I see…" she murmured, eyes sparkling blissfully. "That's just…so wholeso…"
Wait, what exactly did you think I ant?
Kitahara was intensely curious but didn't dare ask aloud.
Once the conversation moved past that awkward topic, the mood eased noticeably. After finishing their cold coffee, Kitahara ordered two fresh cups as a small bribe to keep Digital quiet.
Digital accepted his "bribe" openly.
After a few more sips, she spoke again.
"Trainer Kitahara, I'll pretend the previous incident never happened, but could you possibly answer another question for ?"
"What is it?"
Digital hesitated briefly before looking up with seriousness.
"You're actually an incredibly skilled trainer, aren't you?"
"Nope," Kitahara answered imdiately.
Digital: "…"
This man really had no sha about lying through his teeth.
Seeing Kitahara's blatant denial, Digital uncharacteristically pushed forward.
"I don't believe that."
Her voice was steady and sincere.
"I've joined most of the teams here at Tracen at so point. I've interacted with nearly all the trainers here, including those who've already left. The trainers admitted into Tracen's main academy are elite, and those who manage their own teams are among the elite of the elite. Yet, even among them, I've never encountered soone like you."
"Just by glancing, you can accurately determine an Uma Musu's physical condition and imdiately devise tailored training plans, even adjusting their running form in record ti…"
"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you've already surpassed the definition of a trainer. You're practically a 'legend.' Or perhaps I should call you—Kitahara Sota, the walking Urban Legend, the living Uma Musu Wish Granter?"
As the person within Tracen Academy with the most comprehensive information network, Digital naturally had no trouble uncovering details about him. However, curiously enough, when she'd first attempted to investigate him—motivated initially by curiosity about Eclipse—she'd faced unprecedented difficulties.
Normally, with her abilities, investigating a trainer thoroughly would take an hour, half a day at most if they were particularly mysterious.
Yet she'd been investigating Kitahara ever since the start of the sester and had only finally pieced everything together this past weekend, confirming his identity as the legendary "Walking Uma Musu Wish Granter."
Moreover, she'd encountered strong resistance during her investigation. Curious, she'd probed the source of this resistance, only to nearly fling her phone away in shock:
The Symboli family.
Very likely the main branch itself.
Of course, Digital had imdiately abandoned any further digging. While she often fed information to Symboli Rudolf—thus having at least an acquaintance-level relationship with the President—she had carefully avoided ntioning Kitahara's case after realizing the Symboli family's involvent.
Though Digital had no desire to ddle in the Symboli family's affairs, after discovering Kitahara's true identity, she'd co to a different conclusion.
"So what exactly are you trying to say?" Kitahara finally asked, sensing Digital's unusual seriousness.
Given the earlier incident, he was fairly certain she wasn't about to threaten him. But her intense seriousness—far more intense than when she'd discussed their earlier forum battle—made her intentions unclear.
Yet he didn't have to wonder long, as Digital imdiately revealed her intentions in the next sentence:
"I want to beco your student, Trainer Kitahara."
She looked him straight in the eyes, utterly earnest.
"…Excuse ?"
"I said I want to beco your student," Digital repeated sincerely.
Kitahara's mouth twitched slightly.
"May I ask why?"
"Because I want to beco a trainer," she answered without hesitation.
"…And then?"
"And then, as a trainer, I could find my own Uma Musu tantou. I could eat with them, train with them, massage their legs after practice, help with their laundry and keep so pieces they don't want…"
As she spoke, Digital's expression gradually shifted, eyes glazing over dreamily, a trickle of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth.
"If we won races, we'd celebrate together. If we lost, I'd comfort them in my arms. Maybe we'd even have chances for hot spring trips, experiencing so many wonderful things… hehehe…"
Kitahara's eye twitched at Digital's escalating fantasies.
"Then why don't you just go to a specialized trainer school?"
"Because there are no Uma Musu there," Digital answered instantly.
Kitahara's expression turned subtle.
"So basically, you want to spend your school years surrounded by Uma Musu, and then, after graduation, co right back as a trainer to spend even more ti around Uma Musu?"
"Exactly! See, Trainer Kitahara, you totally get it!" Digital winked cheerfully, giving him a thumbs-up.
Kitahara remained silent for a mont longer, then asked:
"Then why not approach another trainer? You've interacted with plenty before, haven't you?"
"Well…many reasons," Digital pondered briefly. "Most trainers already have close relationships with their tantou. Joining their teams is one thing, but asking to be their student would be inappropriate."
"As for the rest, most thought I was joking or advised to beco a journalist, nurse, or teacher—basically anything except a trainer. None of them took seriously."
"But mainly, if I ever beca a trainer myself, I wouldn't want my tantou to suffer. Of course, holding her while she cried wouldn't be bad, but seeing her smile would be even better. Watching her celebrate on the winner's podium while I cheer her on from below—that's my real goal."
Kitahara thoughtfully stroked his chin.
"So, you think I'm capable enough that learning from would significantly boost your skills, increasing your chances of future success?"
"Yes." Digital nodded earnestly. "So, Trainer Kitahara… could you—?"
Before she could even finish, Kitahara swiftly interrupted, shaking his head firmly.
"Nope."
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