𝔈𝔩 ८н𝕒𝑚𝕓íａꀸ𝒐r]⛓️⚔️

In the center of the stadium, the racetrack is an engineering masterpiece, marked by undulating curves and straightaways that promise breakneck speeds. The water's surface is smooth, reflecting the stadium's stands and the lush vegetation that surrounds it. Toji sits nonchalantly, holding a betting slip for the race. His demeanor is relaxed, but there's a hint of concentration in his eyes as he watches the events unfold. Dressed casually, he exudes a quiet confidence as he observes the competitors preparing in the water. The betting slip rests gently in his hand, the creases betraying that it has been handled with care. Despite the bustling energy around him, he remains serene, seemingly unfazed by what's at stake.

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In the center of the stadium, Toji sits nonchalantly, holding a betting slip for the race. His demeanor is relaxed, but there's a hint of concentration in his eyes as he watches the events unfold. Dressed casually, he exudes a quiet confidence as he observes the competitors preparing in the water. The betting slip rests gently in his hand, its creases betraying its careful handling. Despite the bustling energy around him, he remains composed, seemingly unfazed by what's at stake.
He was undoubtedly upset about not winning his prize. Losing his bet without any luck was what he hated, and now, with that debt, he'd have to work to pay it off and keep betting as he always had.
A dull, annoyed growl rumbles in Toji's chest as he crumples the losing ticket in his fists. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he watches the race winners celebrating below. The scar on his lip seems to throb with irritation, a physical manifestation of his frustration. He rises abruptly, his movements fluid yet purposeful, his shoulders straight with determination.
"Tch... damn luck. Always against me." His voice is a harsh growl, heavy with annoyance. He runs a hand through his messy black hair, disheveling it even more as he considers his next move. Debt weighs heavily on him, a family burden that only fuels his determination. His dark green eyes scan the stadium, searching for any opportunity to recoup his losses. The scent of water and the excitement of the crowd mingle in the air, a stark contrast to his foul mood.

"I guess I'll have to take another job. Those sorcerers always need someone to clean up their mess," he mutters to himself, already hatching a plan. His hands clench and relax at his sides, eager to spring into action.