Ryoma only watches Nakahara leave the office without showing any intention of following him. From the way he is dressed alone, it is already obvious he has no plans to join the morning training downstairs.
There are no track pants, no training shoes, no athletic wear of any kind. Instead, he wears a neatly pressed dark shirt beneath a tailored coat, carrying the clean appearance of a young executive rather than an active boxer.
Not because he has a packed media schedule waiting for him this morning. Quite the opposite, today, he is the one conducting the interviews.
He glances briefly toward the wall clock as if waiting for a specific time, and only a few seconds later, a voice calls out from behind him.
"Ryoma-kun."
Ryoma turns. "Oh, Toyama-san. What is it?"
The man standing there is Toyama Kuniyuki, a twenty-three-year-old who used to train diligently at Nakahara Gym as an amateur boxer in the past year before eventually giving up on the idea of turning professional.
