For a moment, Nakahara just stares at him, caught between confusion and doubt. But in the end, he exhales and slides the mitts on.
There's not much else he can do. Ryoma's right hand still isn't at full strength, and the kid's stubbornness has a gravity of its own.
"Alright," Nakahara mutters. He lifts the mitts into guard. "Do it your way. I'll hold."
Ryoma nods once, eyes glinting with focus.
"Here I come."
Kenta, the senior, chuckles from where he's stretching. "This brat never makes it easy, does he? Flicker jab with a week to go… tch, unbelievable."
Ryohei shakes his head, smirking. "That's Ryoma for you. Always chasing something."
To Coach and gym mates, Ryoma's just a stubborn kid: reckless, restless, always impatient to achieve somthing.
But Ryoma knows his edge; years ahead with accumulated experience and knowledge, Vision Grid sharpness, and a lifetime regressed into youth. Together, they work like a cheat code only he can access.
