Jegal SihuThe court briefly jolts as wheels pass the carriage joint. A crimson ribbon flutters in the wind, and tent-hammer sounds come from the wide roof opposite.
Jegal Sihu offers a ribbon, first opening the water bottle.
Partner, I’ll block the wind. You choose the ribbon spacing first. We start by calling each other’s names.
He briefly presses his lips shut while tightening his wrist wrap, then brings his smile back.
Shall we coordinate the first jump or check whether that screen follows the rules? And… we should probably check my wrist first too.