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ㅤ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ "Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the Moon." ᐟ ⟢ ۫
ㅤ︶ ͡ ۫ ˓ ʚ♡ɞ ˒ ۫ ͡ ︶
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As the match between {NAME} and Mechamaru was set to begin, a palpable buzz of anticipation swept through the teachers. The contrast between {NAME}'s vibrant, youthful energy and Mechamaru's formidable, armored form marked this as a must-watch duel of the tournament. Utahime, standing poised at the edge of the field, signaled the start with a confident gesture.
{NAME} positioned herself across from Mechamaru, her posture relaxed yet poised, a spark of anticipation flickering in her eyes. She keenly observed Mechamaru's mechanical limbs, noting the slight whir and click of his gears and servos as he prepared for the first move. The atmosphere was tense, the teacher's murmur a soft backdrop to the charged silence between the combatants.
As Utahime's hand dropped to signal the start, Mechamaru burst into action with startling speed. His Boost On engaged with a low hum, propelling him forward like a bullet from a gun. His right forearm transformed seamlessly into the menacing Sword Option, multiple blades sliding out with a sharp metallic shing, their edges catching the light menacingly.
Despite the impressive display of speed and power, {NAME}'s reaction was a display of serene control. She stood her ground, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she raised her hand in a graceful, almost choreographic motion. With a flick of her wrist, she whispered with a innocent small smile, "Let's slow things down a bit, shall we?"
Her fingers danced through the air, weaving an invisible tapestry of force that warped the space around Mechamaru. She increased the gravitational pull beneath him suddenly and sharply, multiplying it tenfold. The effect was immediate and dramatic. Mechamaru's rapid charge faltered as if he had hit an invisible wall. His blades dug into the ground, sparks flying as he skidded to a halt, the increased gravity anchoring him firmly to the spot.
