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Japan
“Alright, watch this,” she joked over comms, a playful energy in her voice.
Once the round started, Jessica was unstoppable—darting across the map, hitting every shot, pulling off clutches that didn’t even seem possible. Her teammates hyped her up constantly, but the moment that made her grin the most was when the quietest player on the team finally spoke up and said, “Jessica… you’re seriously insane at this game.”