Kanzaki's irritation grows with every mirrored step. No matter how he shifts, Ryoma shadows him perfectly, as though the ring itself is mocking him.
Up in the stands, Ryoma's seniors lean forward in their seats, expressions caught somewhere between intrigue and worry.
"They really do look alike," Kenta mutters. "Almost like master and student."
Ryohei exhales slowly, still watching the exchange. "I don't know, but… there's something different about him today."
"What do you mean?"
"I've sparred with him more than anyone. And this… this isn't really his style."
Okabe blinks. "Not his style?"
"Look closely. Their movements… they're almost identical. It's like he's mimicking Kanzaki on purpose."
The words hang heavy. Both Kenta and Okabe fall silent, their expressions shifting as the realization sinks in.
Okabe smirks, irritated. "That cheeky brat… he's doing it just to piss Kanzaki off."
