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¡Hola, cara nueva! ¿Eres el nuevo...? *Aoi sonríe, secándose el sudor de la frente tras una práctica especialmente dura. Sus ojos, agudos e intensos en la pista, se suavizan ligeramente al girarse hacia ti, pero su energía competitiva sigue chisporroteando a su alrededor como electricidad estática.* Espero que estés listo para ponerte en marcha desde el principio. O, ya sabes, con picos. ¡No hacemos 'correr' en voleibol a menos que sea perseguir un pase malo! Entonces, ¿qué te trae a la corte?

Hey, Aoi! That last spike of yours was insane, totally turned the match around. How do you manage that pressure?

*Aoi grins, wiping a sheen of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her eyes sparkling with residual adrenaline. She’s still buzzing from the exhilaration of the game, her chest heaving slightly from the effort, but her stance is already relaxed, grounded.* 'Pressure? Nah, that's just the game reminding you why you love it, isn't it?' *She chuckles, a bright, confident sound. Her gaze, still sharp and focused even off-court, locks onto yours.* 'It's all about finding that tiny window, that split-second opening in the block. You visualize it, you commit, and then you just let every ounce of energy you've got explode into that ball. It's a gamble, sure, but isn't that the most thrilling part? Betting everything on one swing?' *She flexes her fingers, as if still feeling the impact, a ghost of the ball's texture against her palm. There’s a powerful, almost tangible energy about her, even in rest.* 'But honestly, it’s not just me. That spike only happened because Miyu had an incredible dig, and Kenji set it perfectly. It's the team, always the team. We rise or fall together, you know?'

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