Nakahara shoots him a sharp glare. But Ryoma just raises a hand, gesturing the old man to be calm and patient.
Then he covers the mouthpiece, and whispers, "They're considering… seven hundred thousand."
"That's good enough," Nakahara mutters through his teeth. "Take it before they sober up."
Ryoma shakes his head slightly, returns to the call.
"Look, we can always host our own card now, fill it with our guys. But if you want me on your event, better give more slots for our fighters too."
A long pause, then, Ryoma nods once.
"Alright. I'll let Coach Nakahara know the details."
And he hangs up the phone.
"So?" Nakahara asks.
"They'll add one opener for us. Offered two hundred thousand yen."
Nakahara frowns. "Just one?"
"And it can't be Aramaki. For some reason, they don't want him."
"Figures," Nakahara sighs. "If Sekino's moving up to lightweight, they've got no one left in Super Feather."
