Around them, the rest of the gym has gone quiet.
At first, the other boxers only slow their training out of curiosity, glances thrown between rounds, pauses between jump rope sets.
But as Nakahara's explanation stretches on, curiosity turns into attention. One by one, gloves come down. Footwork drills stop. Even the ring clears.
None of them has ever fought a southpaw. And if any of them are serious about climbing higher, about stepping into regional or world-level fights, this is a situation they will have to face sooner or later.
Their training stalls without anyone calling it. Sera and Hiroshi notice, exchange a glance, and say nothing. They know moments like this shape a fighter too, just not in ways that show up on a stopwatch.
Back in the ring, Nakahara raises his mitts again. "Now let's put that slip-outside uppercut into a drill," he says. "Come, start it with a one-two."
