The Dancer's life was monotonous.
Most days, she sat in class staring blankly at the blue sky and white clouds outside. After class, she retreated to her dorm room to dance alone.
She had no friends or rivals and rarely interacted with Quaxly. She was as introverted as they came.
But one thing was certain.
She truly loved dancing. Whenever she put on her dance dress, she lost herself in it so completely that she never noticed Quaxly stop tearing around the room and quietly hide away to watch her.
[Only when you dance to your heart's content do you feel free.]
It was practically an Indian movie.
Baimu rested his chin on his hand and couldn't help comparing her to Lass.
He realized that this girl was both similar to Lass and completely different.
Lass had been an outsider at school because her personality and goals couldn't abide its slow pace. But she knew exactly what she wanted, so the moment she found a path forward, she took it.
The Dancer was still stuck resenting her circumstances. She didn't want to become a Trainer, but she couldn't defy her family's plans. As if out of sheer contrariness, she resisted looking for a solution.
In short—
She had given up trying.
The many fast-forwarded scenes on the screen said it all.
[You spent your first week at Naranja Academy in a daze.]
Baimu propped up his chin, wondering how long it would take the Dancer to accept reality. Surely this wouldn't be his first Blue Simulation where the subject failed to collect a single Badge?
Just then,
the scene shifted to the school cafeteria.
As usual, the Dancer was eating a Paldean specialty by herself—an authentic long-bread Sandwich. Two pixel figures passing by bumped into her, whether deliberately or not.