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[Any members of Jecht's blitzball team that are still bothering to show up for practice now that it's summer will find themselves confronted with a very different sight. He's been droned by Grady after blowing his stack over Olivier Armstrong's recent and seemingly random droning, so he shows up to the pool about half an hour late wearing a soccer uniform, carrying a soccer ball, and with a whistle hanging around his neck. His smile is actually friendly for a change - a rather striking departure from his usual confident predatory grin. Looking a little confused, he juggles the ball between his feet for a few moments as he addresses his team.]
"Hey, there you all are! What are you all doing here in your swimsuits? I know it's tough to beat the heat, but we've gotta keep practicing if we're gonna beat the Westport Pirates next year! C'mon and get dressed, we're gonna practice corner kicks today!"
[Smiles, tossing the soccer ball to one of the students and walking off toward the field. He gives a friendly wave over his shoulder, gesturing for them to follow.]
"Sodas are on me after practice! Let's hustle!"
"Hey, there you all are! What are you all doing here in your swimsuits? I know it's tough to beat the heat, but we've gotta keep practicing if we're gonna beat the Westport Pirates next year! C'mon and get dressed, we're gonna practice corner kicks today!"
[Smiles, tossing the soccer ball to one of the students and walking off toward the field. He gives a friendly wave over his shoulder, gesturing for them to follow.]
"Sodas are on me after practice! Let's hustle!"
