They've sparred before this, twice in the last two weeks. But it never lasted long. Coach Nakahara always stepped in before the end of second round.
But now Nakahara isn't here. So it makes sense everyone looks uneasy. Even Aki can feel the shift in the gym's air.
The two fighters shadowbox in their corners, light on their feet, relaxed in the face. Their movements smooth, almost lazy, a sharp contrast to the tight jaws and worried eyes of the members gathered outside the ropes.
"Okabe, can you take the bell?" Ryoma asks casually.
"Ah…? S-sure," Okabe stammers, fumbling for the bell and timer.
Moments later…
Ding!
Sparring begins.
Aramaki plants himself in his in-fighter stance, measured steps carrying him toward center.
Ryoma circles with light footwork, bouncing at the tips of his shoes. Then… he stops, sinking into a crouch that mirrors Aramaki's posture.
