June 27th, 2016 — Late Morning
The gym door slides open with a sharp clatter, and Hiroshi strides in, a folded set of papers tucked under his arm. Sweat still clings to his temples. He must have just rushed back from the JBC headquarters.
"Alright," he announces, heading straight for the bulletin board.
He smooths out the two brochures and pins them up; one labeled Featherweight, the other Super Lightweight, and then circles two names in red marker with confident strokes.
"Okabe. Ryohei. These are yours."
Okabe and Ryohei shuffle closer, eyes widening as they see their names printed officially for the first time. Then they look at the names across from theirs:
Featherweight:
Takuya Ishimine vs. Kazuma Okabe
Super Lightweight:
Ryohei Yamada vs. Kazuma Arata
Okabe whistles. "Ishimine… I've heard that name before."
Ryohei cracks a grin. "Arata, huh? Good. I wanted someone who doesn't run."
