Shigemori says nothing, though the faint curl of his lips betrays a knowing smile. He understands perfectly well that Tōjō isn't equipped to handle Serrano's slippery, unorthodox style. But that, in truth, is the point.
The pairing isn't meant to test Serrano. It's designed to feed him confidence, to give him rounds he can dictate, rounds where he sharpens rhythm and timing without ever being in danger. Even if it means coddling him, and grinding what little pride Tōjō has left into the canvas.
"That's enough for today, Leo!" Shigemori calls, stepping toward the stairs that lead to the mezzanine above. "Cool down before showering. We'll continue tomorrow."
On the balcony overlooking the gym, Daigo Kirizume stands quietly, arms folded. He's been there for a while, saying nothing, simply watching Serrano toy with Tōjō like a cat batting at prey.
