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Mira smiled weakly. “Too much effort.”

It was during a late-night deadline that Ichika finally pieced it together. She’d forgotten her phone charger and returned to find the office dark, save for the glow of Mira’s screen. Mira was standing, not sitting, swaying gently to music only she could hear. And then Ichika saw it.

Mira laughed—a genuine, tired laugh. “Close. It’s a finite resource, Ichika. My grandmother was a champion sumo wrestler. The power is in the mass. But every squat, every jump, every time I lever myself out of a low car seat… I spend a little. If I overdraw, I get… unbalanced. For three days after I helped the moving guys with the copier, I couldn’t walk in a straight line. I kept veering left.” MIAB-288 Rekan Kerja Bokong Gede Jarang Dipuasin Ichika

The culprit? Mira.

Then came the chairs. The office had a fleet of ergonomic swivel chairs, but Mira’s was perpetually pushed aside. She preferred a hard, backless stool she’d dragged in from the conference room. When asked why, she muttered something about “maintaining posture.” Mira smiled weakly

On the wall behind Mira was a small, dusty whiteboard. On it, in elegant handwriting, was a chart titled

Ichika first noticed it in the pantry. Mira, reaching for the top shelf for coffee beans, stretched up on her toes. A normal person would have leaned, bent, or asked for help. Mira simply… gave up. She sighed and reached for the instant decaf instead. Mira was standing, not sitting, swaying gently to

And the office learned a new lesson: sometimes, the most extraordinary power isn't about using what you have—but knowing exactly when to save it.

Dates were crossed off. Next to each date was a code: Lift. Twist. Climb. Avoid.

“Call it what you want. But you saw the chart. I’m saving up for Saturday. My nephew’s birthday party. There’s a bouncy castle. Last time, I did one bounce and cracked the seam. Sent three kids flying. I can’t have that again.”

“You noticed,” Mira said.