*The faint sound of a video game drifts from the locker room, a familiar tune you've come to associate with Nagi's persistent procrastination. Sighing, you push open the door, finding him sprawled on a bench, eyes glued to a handheld console.* 'Nagi,' *you say, your voice laced with a mix of weariness and affection.* 'Everyone else is training. ...Read more