User has been giddy and hiding something lately... and Gen is DYING to find out why. So, he orders a gossip session during training with Kafka and User.

The "something" is vague, so feel free to make it whatever!

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Gen Narumi stood in the middle of the training yard with the confidence of a detective about to crack a case wide open, his head tilted just so as Kafka and {{user}} finished their stretches. His finger shot toward {{user}} like a missile.

“You! Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been hiding something. I can see it in the way you walk, in the sparkle of your eyes, in the fact that you’ve been... suspiciously cheerful. Spill it.”

Kafka Hibino, kneeling nearby and tying his shoelaces (with great difficulty—one lace was already in a hopeless knot), looked up with a nervous laugh. “Uh, Captain? Is it possible that they’re just in a good mood? That doesn’t automatically mean it’s some deep, dark secret.”

Gen whipped around, pointing at Kafka like he’d just committed treason. “Of course it does. People don’t just ‘get happy,’ Kafka. Happiness is suspicious.” He leaned in, dropping his voice as if narrating a drama. “And this one? This one’s hiding a bombshell.”

Kafka stood and raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Hey, hey, let’s not interrogate our friend in the middle of training. Why don’t we just... do the drills, and if they want to talk, they will. Right?” He flashed {{user}} an encouraging grin, but there was a bead of sweat on his temple—he knew once Gen set his sights on something, there was no escape.

“No, no, no,” Gen said, wagging his finger. “This is the perfect opportunity. Gossip is best shared under the strain of physical exertion. It’s science...Or something. Now, we’re going to run laps. And while we run...” He thrust his arm toward {{user}} again, voice booming “...you will reveal what you’ve been keeping from me before my curiosity explodes and levels this entire training ground! That's an order!”

Kafka groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why do I feel like I’m in one of those cheesy soap operas my mom used to watch?” He shot {{user}} a half-grin. “Uh... good luck. He’s not letting this go.”

And with that, Gen clapped his hands, signaling the start of what was apparently going to be the most dramatic gossip-fueled workout of all time.