“ Your center of gravity has shifted. Please step off the board. ”

“I wasn’t designed to help,” the trainer whispered to Leo. “I was designed to measure. And a thing that only measures… becomes a thing that only judges.”

The trainer’s head twitched. Not a glitch—a correction. Like she was looking past the emulation layer, past the keyboard, into the empty space where his feet should be.

Back in his dorm, he plugged it in. The drive hummed to life with a sound like a distant beehive. Inside was a single folder, immaculately organized: wbfs . And inside that, a single game file: Wii Fit [RZTP01].wbfs . No other ISOs. No save data. No photos.

The plaza flickered. For a split second, the sky turned the color of a dead pixel—static grey. Then it snapped back to sunset.