Nearby, Morimiya and Sanada were chatting.
"Still feeling as unmotivated as ever?"
Sanada leaned against the windowsill, sunlight glinting coldly in his eyes.
He casually flipped through a hardcover Horse Racing Yearbook. A custom-made metal bookmark from a private bank was tucked between its pages.
Morimiya didn't even look up. His pen spun between his fingers so quickly it blurred.
"Effort can't change a predetermined course."
"Just like this cup of coffee..."
His wrist suddenly jerked, splashing a few drops precisely onto Sanada's page. "Whether you add sugar or not, it doesn't change the fact that it's cheap instant coffee."
Sanada calmly closed the book and pulled a silk handkerchief from his suit jacket to wipe it clean.
Every movement he made was aristocratically precise; even the angle at which he folded the handkerchief was perfect.
"So you'd rather stare at the sparrows outside..."
He lightly tapped the window, his fingertip stopping three centimeters above a little bird pecking at bread crumbs.
"You say that as if you're so motivated."
Morimiya finally turned to face him, his amber pupils almost transparent in the sunlight.
He countered with a question.
"Class A is pretty interesting. Don't you want to step up and have some fun?"
"Forget it. They're the sort of opponents who are difficult to beat, but beating them wouldn't be all that satisfying. I can't be bothered to compete."
"Fair enough. Unless they can fix those few weaknesses in a short time, they're like chicken ribs—hardly worth the effort."
"You're awfully arrogant, considering you might not even win."
Just then, Sakayanagi Arisu approached with Kamuro Masumi.
"Could we find somewhere to talk?"
Morimiya and Sanada exchanged a glance.
You?
No.
Then they nodded.
"Of course, Princess."
Just as Sakayanagi Arisu had discovered their hidden abilities, they had also noticed