Now that ticket sales are approaching eight thousand and the market trend continues its steady climb, Nakahara can finally leave the office without a trace of anxiety. The weight of the Yoyogi event eases from his shoulders, leaving Nakahara free to focus entirely on the fighters' preparation.
The moment Nakahara and Kurogane arrive at the modest gym in the Shonan training camp, the scene unfolds with quiet intensity.
Sera holds the mitts for Kenta, guiding each strike with precise, controlled authority. On the other side, Ryoma mirrors the same focus with Satoru, exchanging measured punches against the mitts.
At the back of the building, Ryohei, Okabe, and Aramaki stretch along the wall, eyes drifting toward the waves, waiting for their turn to step in.
The air smells faintly of sweat and salt, and the soft rhythm of leather striking leather fills the space.
