Instead of calming Ryoma, Nakahara now finds himself trapped in the same storm of emotion. Contempt coils inside him, sharp and bitter.
He has always prided himself on professionalism, on the rules, the ethics, the discipline that separate boxing from street brawls.
To hear that their opponent once swung a fist at Ryoma's own mother makes his blood boil.
"That bastard…" Nakahara's voice drops low, but the venom in it is unmistakable. "Raising his hands against a woman? He doesn't deserve the ring. He deserves a cage. He needs punishment before you teach him anything"
Before the fury can run further, Kenta steps in. His tone isn't argumentative, but steady, cutting through the heat.
"It's good you want to teach him something," Kenta says, his eyes flicking between Nakahara and Ryoma. "But if we lose your mind to anger, we'll be fighting his fight, not ours."
