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The ice rink gleamed under the lights. "We're putting you on defense, Ethan," the hockey coach announced. Ethan, adjusting his helmet, offered a casual shrug. He'd always been a scorer, but his strength was obvious. This shift was a chance to expand his skillset.

The other players looked at him, curious to see his response. Ethan didn't even notice them. He glided onto the ice, already envisioning the plays, anticipating the puck's trajectory. He could see how to stop the opponents. It was easy. He felt the cold air on his face, the thrum of the music, and the rush of adrenaline. He was ready.