In the journalist row, Tanaka and Sato watch as the red corner unravels. They can't hear the words from this distance, but Ayano's gestures, his flaring arms, his tense posture, say enough.
It's a heated argument, no doubt about it.
"I don't know if this is still part of Ryoma's mind game," Sato mutters, resting his cheek on his knuckle. "But just look at what's happening over there."
"You heard the kid's voice, right?" Tanaka chuckles. "He actually spelled numbers, in the middle of official fight."
"Of course," Sato replies. "Everyone did. Even the commentators spelled it out for us."
"He really messed with Ayano's head," Tanaka says, shaking his head slowly. "I can't recall anyone ever pulling a stunt like that. And look what it's done. Ayano's whole team is falling apart now."
