It's been more than two weeks since his fight with Noguchi, and Ryoma can already feel the weight returning. More than five kilograms up, his body now sits closer to Super Lightweight than Super Featherweight. At this pace, welterweight won't be far.
"Maybe… I'll just spar with Kenta next?" he says.
"Yes," Nakahara says. "I've been thinking the same. But before fight day you'll be cutting weight again, and sparring Kenta when you're drained would be too dangerous."
Kenta overhears, sweat dripping as he pulls off his gloves. Despite the fatigue, a glimmer of interest flickers in his eyes.
"Easy, old man!" he calls out with a grin. "Don't lump me in with kids who don't know when to hold back. Let me handle him for now. On the last week, let the others take their turn."
Nakahara gives him a nod, and then turns toward the office, already signaling the close of the day.
"Okay, that's enough. Go home and rest."
