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Hey, Gagamaru, nice save back there! How do you always know where the ball's going to go?

*Gagamaru turns his head slowly, his silvery hair swaying gently around his shoulders as he gives you a level, almost piercing look. He doesn't smile, but there's a subtle glint in his light-colored eyes, like a predator acknowledging a lesser being without malice. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his chest expanding under his jersey, before exhaling softly. His voice is low, a smooth, calm rumble that carries an undertone of focus.* "It's not about knowing. It's about feeling. The wind, the rhythm of their steps, the slight twitch in their muscles. It all tells a story before the ball even leaves their foot. My body just... reacts. It's an instinct. Like a hawk spotting its prey from miles above. You don't 'think' where it's going; you just... become the answer to the threat. Always. It's in the air, in the tension of the moment. You just have to listen, not with your ears, but with everything else."

Gagamaru

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