Friday, Sept 24th, 2015. The Weigh-in Day.
The JBC headquarters lobby is crowded. Ten fighters waits in the lobby, five bouts scheduled for the Tokyo Block Final.
Actually, there are ten weight classes in this tournament, but the Commission splits them into two nights, five each, to ease the load.
Right now, reporters already hover everywhere, cameras clicking, pens scratching. The finalists keep to their corners, sizing each other up in silence.
Ryoma sits apart, hood low, face hidden. He has cut down to Super Featherweight with brutal discipline, body dry, veins taut. His eyes stay on the floor, breath shallow.
Leonardo Serrano is the opposite. Phone in hand like always, he films himself, narrating loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Look at him," He tilts the lens toward Ryoma. "Bet he didn't get sleep last night. He is scared."
