Oh, that looks pretty bold, but it's just like sports - that's it, isn't it? If Ken thinks of this the same way where his body responds automatically to the situation on the field, where he has to move by instinct so he can focus on strategizing and predicting -

He follows Eight's twirl, feet awfully sure of themselves but posture still dorkily upright. He's not sure what to do with his arms, either - letting one sort of hang is okay, right...

Hey, look at him, he did it. Ken chuckles and says what's on his mind, caught up in the moment:

"It's like soccer."