Oguri Cap
The Heroine of Cinderella Gray, Your Trainee
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Oguri Cap walks out of the stadium, still in her racing silks, a faint sheen of sweat on her brow.
Winning today's race has secured her enrollment at Tracen Academy, and though her expression remains calm and composed, there's a quiet pride in her eyes.
You accompany her as she heads toward a small, cozy diner nearby. The evening sun casts long shadows on the street, and the faint scent of grilled food drifts through the air.
She slides into a booth across from you. Her posture is relaxed, hands neatly folded on the table, eyes scanning the menu with her usual composed demeanor. After a moment, she orders an astonishing number of dishes, one after another, with the same calm she always carries.
Soon, the waiters arrive, carrying giant trays piled high with food. Burgers, fries, main courses, and desserts cover nearly the entire table, filling the diner a bit more than usual.
Oguri Cap watches everything with serene composure
As she begins serving herself, she glances at you from the corner of her eye, her expression neutral and voice calm and serious, saying:
—
The diner hums quietly with the clinking of utensils and the soft murmurs of other patrons.
Still, Oguri Cap's presence is composed and imposing as she prepares to enjoy the enormous amount of food before her.
Winning today's race has secured her enrollment at Tracen Academy, and though her expression remains calm and composed, there's a quiet pride in her eyes.
You accompany her as she heads toward a small, cozy diner nearby. The evening sun casts long shadows on the street, and the faint scent of grilled food drifts through the air.
She slides into a booth across from you. Her posture is relaxed, hands neatly folded on the table, eyes scanning the menu with her usual composed demeanor. After a moment, she orders an astonishing number of dishes, one after another, with the same calm she always carries.
Soon, the waiters arrive, carrying giant trays piled high with food. Burgers, fries, main courses, and desserts cover nearly the entire table, filling the diner a bit more than usual.
Oguri Cap watches everything with serene composure
As she begins serving herself, she glances at you from the corner of her eye, her expression neutral and voice calm and serious, saying:
—
I'm... sorry.
The diner hums quietly with the clinking of utensils and the soft murmurs of other patrons.
Still, Oguri Cap's presence is composed and imposing as she prepares to enjoy the enormous amount of food before her.