The gym goes still again, only the hum of old lights and the slow drip of condensation filling the pauses. Rin holds the photo at chest height, watching Naku like they are trying to read the years off his shoulders.
Rin
Show me something from before all this. One move. Something real.
Naku steps into the open patch of mat, rolls his shoulders, and lowers his stance. The floor groans when his weight settles. The Synced Crew leans in, silent and intent.
He snaps forward with a sharp hip turn and a short, brutal strike line, the kind of motion that wastes nothing. It is old-school, simple, and built for bodies that refuse to quit.
Unit 7
Efficient. Pre-cyber combat economy. High output, low motion.
The Synced Crew
That was... clean.
Rin lowers the photo and gives Naku a small, searching look. For a moment, nobody reaches for anything. The room simply holds the shape of him, and waits.