Meanwhile at Nakahara's camp, the gym feels suspended between plans.
Aside from Ryohei's title fight scheduled for May and Satoru's preparation for the upcoming rookie tournament, there's nothing concrete on the board.
No dates circled in red. No countdowns taped to the wall.
The rest of the pros move through their routines without urgency, training because that's what they know how to do when nothing else demands them.
And Ryoma? He exists in that in-between space.
And while there's nothing particularly newsworthy about waiting, Aki still finds a way to work.
She doesn't chase Ryoma today, not directly. Instead, she points her recorder outward, toward the people orbiting him, trying to understand the shape of the man by the shadows he casts.
"You came for Ryoma again, huh?" Kenta mutters, half to himself, as he unlaces his gloves.
And Aki inches closer, recorder raised. "So… what kind of person is Ryoma Takeda?"
Kenta exhales through his nose. "That's a big question."
