Nothing moved. The world had come to a standstill, or so it seemed. Eyes locked on the target, he took a calm, soundless breath, and steadied his fingers. His confidence had never been stronger. Then he looked around, and those who were with him stared with unbearable anticipation.
Suddenly, the realization of the pressure he was under rose exponentially. It was now or never, yet one misplaced motion could lead to desolation for those who counted on him. They wanted to cheer him on, but they all knew that any sound would create more havoc than good. With panic rising in his gut and the pressure mounting, he felt his focus slipping from his grasp, and time slowing to an insufferable crawl.
He had to act. The longer he allowed himself to contemplate and question his decisions, the greater the risk of throwing everything away. Professional Mikado was no joke.
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