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... nd intertwined like a meat grinder, turning the area near the kickoff line into a disaster zone, impenetrable.
However.
A figure in a red uniform with the number twenty-three on his back didn't avoid the disaster zone, instead moving lightly and nimbly between the fierce collisions of his opponents.
Like a wild dance of knife tips.
Touching the ground. Jumping. Turning. Breaking through.
Behind him, he left a lingering shadow that drew a dreamlike trail of ...
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