Meanwhile, Reika is already distracted, fussing with a brand-new camera she bought just yesterday. The very fact she brought it here says everything. She's prepared, more than anyone expects.
She starts it with Ryohei and Okabe in sparring, two boys trading stiff jabs. But only for half a minute, then her lens drifts, inevitably to Ryoma.
The rope sings around him, his steps light and precise. Each flick of his ankle, each shift of weight, turns into something almost unreal, an elegant dance above the canvas, as if he's gliding on water.
And Reika can't even look away, mesmerized. The talk about promotional video is just a lie. This is what she came for.
Her expression changes without her noticing. At first, it's just the focus of a camerawoman…
"Alright… subject one, light training sequence. Documenting rhythm, stamina, footwork."
But then her narration falters. The words trail off, replaced by silence she can't push away.
