[ Adachi couldn't help but smile at the cheering (and it was really kind of cute that he was saying it in Russian), but he kept himself focused on the ice ahead and the speed he was going at. He just... needed to dig the toe in as he launched, and... ]
[ Well. He got that part right. ]
[ He wasn't sure if he got a rotation in or not. He felt his body twist around, certainly, but it was disorienting, and he just barely got his foot out like he was supposed to. It was way too late, though; the leg he landed on wobbled precariously, before he was deposited on the ice, rolling a little until he was sliding back a small distance on his butt. ]
[ Adachi sat there blinking for a moment once he stopped, before he let out a faint laugh. Well, at least he didn't break anything that time. ]
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[ Well. He got that part right. ]
[ He wasn't sure if he got a rotation in or not. He felt his body twist around, certainly, but it was disorienting, and he just barely got his foot out like he was supposed to. It was way too late, though; the leg he landed on wobbled precariously, before he was deposited on the ice, rolling a little until he was sliding back a small distance on his butt. ]
[ Adachi sat there blinking for a moment once he stopped, before he let out a faint laugh. Well, at least he didn't break anything that time. ]