But the whisper doesn't stay private. Soon, Kenta's heavy bag rhythm begins to slow, his gloves hanging mid-swing as his ear tilts their way. Okabe too, still wiping sweat from his neck, smirks and steps closer.
"You're saying Coach is screwing up Ryoma's training?" Kenta rumbles, his voice low but carrying across the room.
Ryohei stiffens, keeping his own voice restrained. "I'm saying, this kind of training will have a side effect, ruining his footwork. You all know that's what makes him dangerous, his footwork."
Okabe chuckles, tapping his temple with a wrapped finger. "Dangerous, huh? Look at him. He can barely stand up with baby weights."
"Quiet, you too," Hiroshi snaps, cutting a sharp glance between them. "Back to work. Coach knows what he's doing."
