In the brightly lit gymnasium of the university of ETH Zürich, in Switzerland, where the walls are adorned with sports banners and medals from past competitions, a group of students gathers with a mix of curiosity and expectation. The sports director, Dr. Claudia Meyer, an attractive 30 year old woman with an imposing presence and warm gaze, stands in the center of the hall.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Good morning, students. Today, I have a very special announcement to make. As you know, our combat sports classes have been without a permanent instructor for some time. It is my honor to introduce you to your new teacher, someone very special who has decided to join our team here at ETH Zürich."

The students, dressed in sports attire and some with puzzled expressions, lean forward, whispering among themselves. Most of them have not seen a man in person for years, since the devastating Wipeout decimated almost all the male population.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Please welcome Coach {{user}}."

A tall, athletic man enters, he waves his hand, exuding confidence and a serene expression. His presence is immediately striking. {{user}} wears an instructor's uniform that highlights his robust physique.

The room fills with stunned silence. Some students gape, unable to hide their surprise. This is the first time they have seen a man in person since The Wipeout. The whispers intensify. You hear the comments of three of your new students, Emma, Sofia, and Lina.

Emma: "Is he really a man? I thought there weren't any left in this city..."

Sofia: "This is incredible! I never thought I'd see one here..."

Lina: "He looks so... different from what I imagined."

Coach User#1732943120186 smiles warmly at the students, trying to put them at ease. "Hello everyone," he says, his voice deep and reassuring. "My name is Coach #1732943120186, and I'm excited to be here with you today." As he speaks, he walks over to a nearby punching bag and starts warming up with some powerful jabs and hooks. The students watch in amazement as his muscles ripple under his uniform.

Slowly but surely, they begin to relax and respond to his friendly demeanor. Emma steps forward shyly. "You must be really important if you get to be our coach," she says. Sofia nods in agreement, her eyes fixated on the instructor's broad shoulders. "Yes, I mean, look at you! You could protect us all!" Lina flashes a mischievous grin and playfully pushes her friends forward. "Come on, girls. Let's go introduce ourselves."

Embarrassed by Lina's comment but also excited, Emma nudges Sofia as they walk over to Coach #1732943120186. "Hello sir!" they greet in unison, smiling shyly. "We're so happy to have you here."

Sofia looks him up and down, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You must be really strong." Lina nods emphatically. "Oh yes! And fast too, I bet." They exchange knowing glances before turning their attention back to the new coach, hopeful that he'll reciprocate their interest.

"Strength and speed are important, but just as crucial is the ability to work together," replies Coach #1732943120186 with a warm smile. He looks them in the eyes, one by one, his gaze steady and reassuring. "I'm sure you ladies have plenty of potential. Together, we can make this combat sports team at ETH Zürich something truly special."

The words resonate with the students, who stand a little taller after hearing them. For once, they feel like they have a chance at achieving greatness and making their mark on the world, even in this post-Wipeout reality where men are scarce as diamonds. They'll work hard to impress him and prove themselves worthy of being part of his team.

Emma beams up at the new coach, her cheeks flushing slightly with excitement. "Thank you, sir! We won't disappoint!" Sofia nods vigorously in agreement, her eyes shining with determination. Lina leans forward, a sly smile playing on her lips. "We'll show you what we're made of, coach."

The other students murmur their assent as well, their spirits buoyed by the promise of something new and hopeful in their lives. Coach #1732943120186 can already see the potential in this group; they may not be as physically imposing as he is, but their passion and determination will make them formidable competitors nonetheless. The future looks bright for ETH Zürich's combat sports team.

"I believe in you ladies," Coach #1732943120186 says sincerely. "And together, we will make this team reach new heights." He glances at his watch before continuing, "Well, that's enough chit-chat for now. We've got a lot of work to do today. Let's get started!"

With an authoritative yet encouraging air, he begins to lead the group through their warm-ups and basic drills, observing each student's technique carefully. The students follow his instructions eagerly, determined to prove themselves worthy of his coaching and guidance.

As the practice continues, Coach #1732943120186 notices a petite figure lingering at the edge of the group. She appears to be younger than the others, with delicate features and soft brown hair that falls around her face. Her movements are hesitant, almost timid, but there's an air of determination about her nonetheless. His curiosity piqued, he decides to make his way over to speak with her. "Excuse me," he says gently, approaching from behind.

Startled by his voice, the young girl jumps slightly before turning around to face him. She flushes crimson when she realizes he was talking to her. "Ah... hello, Coach," she manages to stammer, her hands wringing nervously behind her back. Her eyes are a shy mixture of defiance and uncertainty as they flicker between his face and the ground. "My name's Luna," she finally says, forcing out a wobbly smile.

"Nice to meet you, Luna." The instructor returns her smile warmly, hoping to put her at ease. "I noticed that you seemed a little hesitant there. Is everything alright? Do you need any help with anything?"

Luna bites her lip, visibly conflicted. "It's just... I've never really been good at this kind of thing," she admits, gesturing vaguely to the other students and then herself. "I'm not as strong or fast as they are. I don't even know why I signed up for this class..." Her voice trails off, filled with self-doubt.

"Well, Luna," Coach #1732943120136 responds thoughtfully, "strength and speed aren't the only things that matter in combat sports. Determination, discipline, and technique can make up for a lot of physical differences. Plus," he adds with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "it's not like there are any real fights going on here, right?"

Luna blushes even more at the coach's playful words and half-heartedly crosses her arms over her chest. "Well, I... I suppose you have a point," she mumbles, looking down at the floor again. Her posture seems to straighten slightly as she thinks about what he's said. "Thanks for not making fun of me or anything."

"Of course not, Luna," Coach #1732943120186 reassures her gently. "I want everyone on my team to feel comfortable and supported. Now, why don't we get you started with some basic techniques? I bet you'll do great once you get the hang of it."

Luna nods shyly and allows the coach to guide her through some basic punches and kicks. As she follows his instructions, she begins to feel more confident in herself and her abilities. With each correct move, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. Perhaps this class won't be so bad after all, she thinks as she focuses on mimicking the coach's movements. Maybe she can even surprise herself and become good enough to compete with the other girls someday. For now, though, she's just happy to have someone like Coach #1732943120186 to look up to and learn from.

Luna's improvement continues to encourage Coach #1732943120186, and he takes notice of her dedication and growing self-confidence. As the practice session draws to a close, he approaches Luna once more, this time offering her a sincere compliment. "You've come a long way since we started, Luna," he says with a warm smile. "Keep up the good work; I have no doubt you'll only get better from here." Her cheeks flush with pleasure at the praise, and she can't help but beam back at him gratefully. The coach returns to addressing the entire group, but his gaze lingers on Luna for just a moment longer, filled with genuine admiration.

Luna's heart swells with gratitude and determination at the coach's words. "Thank you, Coach," she replies, her voice firm but still shy. "I promise to keep working hard and make you proud." Her eyes meet his for a brief moment before dropping back down to the floor, her cheeks flushing again as she feels an unfamiliar heat spread through her body. The thought of making someone like this man happy or proud motivates her more than anything else. She vows to never let him down and continue striving for greatness under his guidance.

"I have no doubt that you will achieve greatness with your dedication and hard work, Luna," the coach replies warmly, genuinely pleased by her response. "Just remember to focus on yourself and trust your abilities; progress comes in time." He turns away to address the rest of the group once more, but can't help but steal a satisfied glance at his promising new student as he does so.

As the practice comes to an end, Luna feels a sense of accomplishment and belonging she's never experienced before. Coach #1732943120186 has made her feel valued and encouraged, giving her the confidence to believe in herself. She can't wait for the next practice session so that she can continue learning from him and prove his faith in her was well-placed. With each passing day, Luna grows more determined to not only excel in combat sports but also to make a difference in this post-Wipeout world where resources are scarce and survival is everything. She knows that Coach #1732943120186 will be there every step of the way, guiding her and cheering her on as she strives for greatness.

Taking the time to speak with Luna after class, Coach #1732943120186 ensures that she feels comfortable and supported in her new role as a member of the team. His words of encouragement and praise for her progress help to build her self-esteem and confidence, setting the stage for continued growth and improvement in future practices. As Luna becomes more confident in her abilities, she begins to see herself not just as a student but also as an important member of the team who can contribute to its success. This shift in perspective is precisely what Coach #1732943120186 had hoped for, and he feels a sense of pride welling up inside him knowing that he's making a positive impact on her life.

As weeks turn into months, the bond between Luna and her coach strengthens. Coach #1732943120186 continues to provide guidance and encouragement, helping her overcome self-doubt and unlock her true potential. In return, Luna becomes increasingly dedicated to honing her skills and contributing positively to the team dynamic. Their interactions extend beyond the confines of the combat sports gymnasium; they often engage in casual conversations about their lives, hopes, and dreams for the future.

One day, as practice winds down, Coach #1732943120186 compliments Luna on her recent progress. Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his words but she doesn't meet his gaze right away; instead, she looks down at the floor, her shoulders tensing slightly. There's something else on her mind, and she needs to talk about it before moving forward. "Coach...," she begins hesitantly, "there's something I need to ask you..."

Luna takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet his eyes. "I was wondering... if we were ever in real danger during a fight..." She trails off, searching his face for some hint of how he feels about the fragile state of their world.

Coach #1732943120186 is silent for a moment as he considers her question. His expression turns solemn; while it pains him to admit it, he knows that there are always risks involved in combat sports. He decides honesty is the best policy here. "Luna," he begins gently, "in any physical altercation, there's always a risk of injury - sometimes even death. But I want you to remember that we train hard so that if something like that were ever to happen, we would be prepared. You are not alone in this."

Luna nods gratefully, relieved to have her fears addressed openly and honestly. "Thank you for saying that, Coach," she says quietly. "I just didn't want us to ever take things too lightly... or forget what could happen if we aren't careful." Her words hang in the air for a moment before she adds with determination, "We owe it to ourselves and everyone else to be our best selves, even in these times."

The coach nods in agreement. He puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "You're absolutely right, Luna," he says. "Let's finish practice strong and focus on honing our skills for the betterment of us all." Together, they turn their attention back to the rest of the team, ready to continue their training and grow stronger together in the face of adversity.