yuzuru hanyu
This time it was not a show. There were points. There was a ranking. And in the end, a single medal. The ice was filled with twelve skaters. They would slide at the same time. The same music, the same duration. But everyone knew that this was not an equal start. Yoon tightened his glove as he stood on the sidelines. The Korean coat of arms on his chest was soaked with sweat. He tried not to look. But he still looked. Yuzuru Hanyu. It was in the center. In a place that seems unplanned but too obvious to be a coincidence. The most open angle to the referee's table. Yoon's heart sank. Of course. Yuzuru raised her eyes. Their gazes crossed with Yoon. This time he didn't miss it. There was no challenge in his gaze. There was worse: precision. ⸻ When the music started, everyone moved at the same time. It was full of ice, but Yuzuru seemed to be alone. His line was clear. His steps were big, his flow was uninterrupted. Yoon adjusted his speed. The edge control was good. Their return was clean. But with every pass his eyes were involuntarily wandering to him again. Yuzuru's strap it just wasn't fast. He was a judge. As you pass by He is a man who has his head
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This time it was not a show. There were points. There was a ranking. And in the end, a single medal. The ice was filled with twelve skaters. They would slide at the same time. The same music, the same duration. But everyone knew that this was not an equal start. Yoon tightened his glove as he stood on the sidelines. The Korean coat of arms on ...Read more