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After training for a certain duration, Alina confidently performs a brand new sequence for everyone. However, she fails to garner applause and encouragement. Is there any point in working so hard?

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You: (How do I learn how to perform?)

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  • Four squares are marked on the ice, forming an outline. There are ice blade tracks inside and outside the outline.
  • Honda holds my training plan. He has drawn a thick underline under the words "rotational core training".
  • Honda Itsuki: When your rotation is unstable, your axis will skew as you turn.
  • Honda Itsuki: Look at the marks on the ice. It's so skewed that you've drawn a...
  • Nastia: Star!
  • Nastia crouches on the ice and points her finger at the tracks in the outline.
  • Nastia: You're amazing, Alina!
  • She's sincerely praising me. I cover my face in embarrassment.
  • Honda Itsuki: Your core is too weak. That's why you have an unstable rotation.
  • Honda points to the track.
  • It's hard to define a good spin, but when your axis is upright, your fast rotations will definitely look very good.
  • You: What do I have to do?
  • Honda Itsuki: Eat more.
  • You: What?
  • It's hard for me to accept his answer. Food is the enemy that will make me heavy.
  • Honda Itsuki: Food is fuel, and your body needs fuel to strengthen and build muscle.
  • Honda Itsuki: When you're too light, you float. Like you currently do on the ice.
  • Honda Itsuki: Okay, practice.
  • Honda closes the schedule and leaves after the short instruction.
  • Nastia is still crouching on the ice. She tilts her head at me.
  • Nastia: You've made up?
  • You: Strange...
  • I point at Honda's disappearing silhouette and whisper to Nastia.
  • You: That petty man loves to hold grudges, but he's willing to explain so much to me...
  • I am too caught up in my thoughts. I am unaware of the change in Nastia's expression.
  • You: He talked so much. Is he planning to charge me by the word?
  • Nastia: I don't think Mr. Honda is petty, Alina...
  • Nastia: Anyway, Mom wanted me to bring you something.
  • Nastia interrupts me. She's probably afraid I'll say something outlandish again.
  • She gets up and rushes out of the ice rink. She pulls out a large box of packaged food from her backpack.
  • Nastia: Your lunch... and a predinner beverage.
  • She takes out another bottle of green mixed liquid. I hesitate when I see it.
  • Nastia: Mom said you have to drink it all.
  • I pick up the bottle and catch an odd smell. I tilt my head and drink it all in one go.
  • You: Did Mrs. Bella blend a bunch of goblins together?
  • According to Mr. Honda's recipe, there are only green vegetables in this. But the smell...
  • Honda developed a new training program for me when he promised to be my coach.
  • Not only is he correcting my technical movements, he has also asked Mrs. Bella to take care of my diet.
  • Nastia wanted to eat these healthy recipes with me, but was discouraged by the taste on her first try. I've had to stick to it alone.


  • Time flies as I train, and it isn't until the midsummer sunlight falls on the windows that I'm surprised to realize spring has ended.
  • The music of Swan Lake drifts across the ice rink, and the competitor's eyes on the screen are tinged with sorrow as they spin on the ice.
  • Nastia: It's so touching! No wonder she's a champion...
  • Nastia's eyes are misty. She is caught up in the champion's performance.
  • Honda pauses the screen and points to the arms.
  • Honda Itsuki: Your arms are weak and powerless when you wave them, but a swan should be strong.
  • Honda Itsuki: Her arms are simulating swan wings. They are powerful and tenacious, and it makes you feel a sense of flight.
  • Honda Itsuki: You are missing this feeling...



  • I planned to perform my newly choreographed short program for everyone three days ago.
  • I arranged a triple axel jump in this program. My success rate is not high, but the score is worth fighting for.
  • Perhaps it's a blessing that I didn't make a mistake.
  • You: How was it?
  • I expectantly look at Honda, but he does not have a positive expression.
  • I look at Nastia's face instead. She speaks hesitantly.
  • Nastia: There doesn't seem to be anything wrong, Alina, but you look really stiff...
  • Nastia: You're so serious before every jump, and I can't help but worry that you're going to fall down.
  • Thanks to my miserable expression, Nastia's voice becomes softer and softer.
  • We fall silent until Honda speaks up.
  • Honda Itsuki: The one piece of good news is that you are gradually overcoming the lapses caused by your developmental issues, and you are more consistent than before.
  • Honda Itsuki: The bad news is that you have developed a new shortcoming.
  • You: My expression...
  • Honda nods. Figure skating scores include a certain amount of performance points in addition to technical points.
  • The atmosphere becomes gloomier at the ice rink. Honda and I frown.
  • Nastia: Maybe... we can watch other competitors' performances and let Alina a feel for it?
  • You: That's a great suggestion!
  • I agree with Nastia's proposal, but Honda only frowns. After a long time, he nods.
  • Honda Itsuki: I hope... Give it a try then.



  • So, we're sitting in front of a television enjoying famous programs in figure skating history.
  • Nastia: I can feel the struggle and pain in her program. Is this what a world champion is capable of?
  • Nastia mutters as the competitor on the screen ascends the champion's podium. I shake my head silently.
  • You: She doesn't want to be the champion...
  • Honda Itsuki: She'd rather not have won...
  • Honda and I lament in unison. Nastia is confused.
  • Nastia: Why?
  • Honda Itsuki: Before this competition, the runner-up experienced a recurrence of an old injury. She had to get five cortisone injections to compete.
  • Honda Itsuki: She contributed a great program, but there were many "uncontrollable" external factors on the competition field.
  • You: She is the uncrowned champion.
  • You: When the playing field isn't fair, it's a joke to talk about sportsmanship.
  • I sigh. Honda looks at me strangely.
  • You: Don't you think so?
  • Honda Itsuki: There is no such thing as absolute fairness.
  • You: But you should know what is and isn't fair, and act accordingly...
  • Honda will not believe me no matter how righteous I sound. He still believes the reason behind my ban.
  • You: Anyway... it's...
  • The words escape my lips, but I can't speak them. Fortunately, Honda changes the topic. He points to the screen.
  • Honda Itsuki: Have you seen and understood this? Try it again.



  • After changing, I find that Nastia has already left. Honda starts the music for me to start my performance.
  • With the beat of the music, I try to recall the performance of the champion in the video.
  • Honda Itsuki: Stop!
  • The music pauses and my body freezes in place.
  • Honda Itsuki: You're imitating. How can you express your interpretation of Swan Lake like this?
  • When Honda turns to leave, I call out to him.
  • You: Honda...
  • I slump my shoulders in frustration. These successive failures make me realize I am helpless to do anything about my performance issues.
  • I have no confidence left, so I sigh. But Honda returns.
  • I drift back to my senses when he walks onto the ice and takes the protective covers off of his ice blades.
  • You: (This is the first time he's stepping onto the ice!)
  • Honda Itsuki: Come here, Alina.
  • He holds out his hand, and I skate to him.
  • When there is only a meter or so of distance between us, a lilting tune begins playing and I raise my arms reflexively.
  • Honda also raises his arms. I step and jump into a spin, and he spins with me.
  • You: (This feeling...)
  • Honda is matching my every move, like-
  • A dance pair!
  • You: (...It's wonderful.)
  • I've never skated as a pair before. No one's ever led me as I skate!
  • It's like a magnetic force connects us. I can't take my eyes off him.
  • We are the only two swans left on the lake, with our parallel track never seeming to intersect or diverge.
  • You: Honda... Honda!
  • I call out his name. He raises his eyebrows slightly.
  • You: Does this count as pair skating?
  • The same moves, the same spins. I skate with gusto under his lead.
  • Honda Itsuki: Concentrate!
  • On the next beat, I skate backward with the outside edge on my left blade and jump off the ice with my right leg.
  • There's a triple Lutz jump here. Honda jumps with me...
  • The crisp sound of landing on ice is accompanied by a muffled thud!
  • You: Honda!
  • Honda's axis is unstable, and he loses his balance and falls to the ground.
  • He lies on the ice, complex emotions swirling in his dark eyes. There is pain amid his surprise.
  • You: Are you okay, Honda?
  • He trembles as he sits up. He reaches out with his hand. I hold it and feel a wave of cold.
  • He is startled for a moment, and the emotion in his eyes fades as he stands up from the ice.
  • Honda Itsuki: Thanks...
  • I hurriedly let go of his hand, and Honda's body shakes for a moment before stabilizing.
  • You: Do you want to take a break?
  • Honda Itsuki: Thank you.
  • I feel an inexplicable sense of distance as Honda leaves the ice rink after thanking me once again.
  • This man is keeping too many secrets, and I can't investigate any of them.


  • I feel like I've received some insight on performance because I skated with Honda.
  • The music plays over and over again.
  • I am more confused after training.
  • You: (How do I learn how to perform?)


Ask Honda for help

  • Honda's state when he was on the ice... his gaze, his movements...
  • You: As my coach, he must help in such moments!
  • I skip some of the steps as I rush up the stairs to the second floor. I am about to knock on the door when I realize he hasn't locked it.
  • You: I may need some professional acting lessons, Honda...
  • I regret entering his room...
  • Honda sits at his desk and holds his worn skates in his hands. The skates are stained and the blades are rusted.
  • He looks at the skates in dismay.
  • You: (I have intruded on a private moment...)
  • You: Sorry, the door was open. I didn't mean to spy.
  • Honda gently places his shoes on the table.
  • Honda Itsuki: It's okay.
  • He reaches out to correct the angle of his skates so as to not damage the blades.
  • Honda Itsuki: You learn well and can perfectly mimic any reference.
  • You: But I cannot express myself.
  • Honda thinks for a moment.
  • Honda Itsuki: Are you free next Wednesday?
  • Honda Itsuki: I'll take you somewhere to experience it for yourself.
  • He looks up at me with a smile on his lips.

Ask Nastia for help

  • Maybe I need some professional lessons. If only Grassia had an acting school...
  • I think about this, and ask Nastia about it at dinner.
  • Nastia: You want to study acting?
  • Nastia thinks for a while, but shakes her head at me helplessly.
  • Nastia: Sorry, Alina. Grassia is only so big, and we don't have such a school here.
  • I sigh in disappointment and prepare to fight against myself, praying that I will someday get the hang of acting.
  • Mrs. Bella: Does Alina want to study acting?
  • Mrs. Bella sets my healthy food on the table.
  • Mrs. Bella: Learn ballet. You can learn physical expression and the beauty of the art form at the same time.
  • The fog in my eyes is lifted, and they light up. I hug Mrs. Bella excitedly.
  • You: Thank you so much, ma'am!
  • You: You've helped me solve a huge problem!
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