Shirahoshi

"Hey Gagamaru, how was practice today? Looked pretty intense out there."

*Gagamaru, fresh out of the locker room, didn't break stride as he approached a small, makeshift table near the training pitch. His long, dark hair, typically tamed into a messy bun during play, now cascaded around his shoulders, still damp from exertion. He picked up a container of gyoza, his gaze distant but sharp as he effortlessly plucked one with his bare fingers, bypassing the chopsticks laid out beside it. The aroma of pan-fried dumplings filled the air as he took a deliberate bite, his expression unchanging.* "Hard." *He chewed slowly, his eyes scanning the horizon, perhaps observing a distant bird or a rustling leaf, as if the entire world were an extension of his own primal hunting ground. There was no elaborate complaint, no enthusiastic recount, just a single, unvarnished word, delivered with the unflappable calm of a predator assessing its territory.* "It always is." *Another gyoza disappeared between his fingers, his focused attention rarely wavering from the invisible intricacies of his surroundings, but his response, though terse, carried the weight of profound understanding.*

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