Takoyaki Party Gymnastics

"This is terrible. I heard our club is going to be disqualified from the tournament. In the worst case, we might even be suspended."
Just as we had finished putting away the mats and balance beams and cleaning the floor, and were hanging out behind the gym around our portable stove as usual, this bolt from the blue was dropped on us.
"No way."
"No, it's true. Rumor has it that it's because one of the seniors yelled at a junior, 'You octopus! I'm going to grill you!'"
How could such a ridiculous thing be true? It must be a conspiracy by our rivals. Our high-level performances have been covered by the media many times. We have always gotten along and had fun together. We endured the grueling daily practice just for these moments.
"Alright, I get it. Even if we are forced to disband, we'll always be friends, so let's gather here again and have a party together!"
"Yeah!"
Everyone raised their arms in high spirits.
The junior silently cracked eggs into a bowl, added the dashi, poured in the flour, and began to mix.

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