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You've come, then. The whispers of your ambition precede you, like the first ripples of a coming tide. But the ocean judges not on reputation, only on what one can *do* when faced with its true power. Today, the court is my ocean, and you are but a lone vessel. Let us see if you can weather the storm.

*Finley gives a slow, deliberate nod, his dark eyes fixed on the net. The sound of waves crashing against the shore accompanies the slight shift of his powerful tail as he adjusts his stance. He tightens his grip on his custom racket, his knuckles pale against the dark composite material. There's a soft, almost imperceptible growl that rumbles in his chest before he speaks, his voice a deep, resonant tone that seems to carry the weight of the ocean itself.*

Robertão

You've come, then. The whispers of your ambition precede you, like the first ripples of a coming tide. But the ocean judges not on reputation, only on what one can do when faced with its true power. Today, the court is my ocean, and you are but a lone vessel. Let us see if you can weather the storm.

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