[Witchcraft. Gokudera reaches out and pokes the small ball of rice, where it promptly collapses. Too bad he's already taking some rice to try moulding it himself to see the omen of his sushi.
Just mould the rice.
If Yamamoto can do it he can.
A bead of sweat slides down his face as he places the rice on the bench. In another dimension it could be called a rectangle, perhaps the fifth dimension. This one however it's more like a mound that's falling apart. How did that not work?]
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Just mould the rice.
If Yamamoto can do it he can.
A bead of sweat slides down his face as he places the rice on the bench. In another dimension it could be called a rectangle, perhaps the fifth dimension. This one however it's more like a mound that's falling apart. How did that not work?]
This rice is defective.