Weigh-in Day, JBC Headquarter.
It's still a few minutes before the weigh-in begins, but everyone is already gathered in the lobby. The atmosphere is suffocating, thick with unspoken conflict.
Ryoma sits quietly on a bench in the corner, his hood pulled low over his head. His weight cut went smoothly, but he still looks drained.
He tilts his head toward Hiroshi, voice barely above a whisper. "How long do we have to wait?"
"Couple minutes," Hiroshi murmurs back.
Ryoma lets out a faint groan, and sighs. "I'm so damn thirsty."
Hiroshi chuckles softly. "Endure a little longer. Once you step off that scale, you can drown yourself."
Across the room sits Junpei Teshima. His build mirrors Ryoma's, and he's also had to trim himself down to make the limit. But compared to Ryoma, he still looks steadier, less battered by the cut.