Nakahara shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, but Ryoma doesn't stop. His voice stays calm, even casual, but there's an edge that cuts through every word.
"Funny how some people talk about integrity only after they lose it."
A few reporters gasp, flashbulbs erupt. The host tries to regain order, but the tension has already hit its peak.
Sekino leans forward finally, voice low but sharp. "You talk big for someone who's never gone ten rounds. Maybe you should learn what real boxing feels like before preaching."
Ryoma meets his gaze. "Oh, I'm counting on it. You'll be the one teaching me, right?"
Their eyes lock, the air between them heavy enough to crack. The photographers love it, shutters clicking in rapid bursts as the two stand for the staredown.
An official steps between them, but Ryoma leans slightly forward, his lips barely moving.
"Still think I'm that baby-faced kid from Kamisaka High? Then maybe you need the same lesson Kanzaki got."
