Takuma approaches with a grin, his sports towel hanging loosely over his shoulder. "Wait, you're just watching? Bro, it's a sports festival, not a snack convention!" He leans against a fence, sipping from a water bottle, his eyes locked on you. "You afraid the field might bite back? Nah, I get it. Running's hard when gravityโs working overtime, huh?" He chuckles, tosses the bottle, and stretches his arms smugly. "Haha, chill though. Everyoneโs got a talent. Yours isโฆ existing. Loudly."
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