NSN Headquarters, East Tokyo.
Nakahara and Sera sit side by side on the leather sofa in the spacious lobby, the hum of air conditioning blending with the distant echo of footsteps.
A receptionist behind a polished counter offers them a polite smile.
"He should be here any moment," she explains gently. "Please make yourselves comfortable."
Nakahara nods. "Thank you."
Sera leans back, arms folded, eyes drifting across the lobby's towering digital screens; highlight reels, event promos, pay-per-view banners, and athlete endorsement ads rotating in polished loops.
The whole space feels like a shrine to modern sports entertainment: sleek, fast-moving, fueled by money and momentum.
Nakahara, meanwhile, sits quietly forward, hands clasped, posture modest but firm. The glitz of corporate sports doesn't impress him; he's here with one purpose only.
Moments later…
