As Nakahara's group begins to gather their things, one of the JBC officials calls from the table, clipboard in hand.
"Coach Nakahara, please return in an hour for the press conference," he says politely.
Nakahara blinks. "Press conference?" he repeats under his breath, almost to himself.
He hadn't heard anything about it, no notice, no preparation. His brow furrows slightly as he turns to confirm, but the official has already moved on.
Just then, the Minato camp strides past. Yuichi Sōda walks in front, posture firm, expression calm as always.
"The marketing went better than expected," he says as he passes, not even looking back. "Public interest is high, so we decided to hold a press conference. It'll help everyone."
Nakahara frowns. "At least, you could've given me some notice. Courtesy doesn't cost anything."
Sōda waves a hand dismissively, the picture of composure. "It's just a press conference, Nakahara-san. A daily menu in this sport."
