"Hey, check out this kick!"
On the grass dew-clad, children chased each other as the rotating soccer ball flipped through the air, splattering mud when it bounced, then getting kicked out, hurtling forcefully forward.
High above, the densely packed daylight lamps shone down, making the space station's soccer field as bright as if in broad daylight.
Around the outskirts of the field were several VIP rooms with views overlooking the entire pitch. During matches, these rooms came at a high price, but since it was just a free training session now, there was no cost involved.
In one of the rooms, Tilan and her companions, along with their teacher, were present. They had played a round of tennis with students who came for a joint activity from Monthly Command Academy that afternoon and were now resting in this room.