He approaches Narisawa near the ringside, bowing slightly. "Thank you again for today," Nakahara says. "It was a great opportunity, for all of us. I learned a lot just watching."
Narisawa gives a faint nod, his smile practiced, his eyes already drifting elsewhere. "It's nothing," he says. "I'm just glad your boy handled himself quite good… didn't make us look bad before our guests."
His tone is polite but cold, every word carefully flattened to hide the trace of condescension beneath.
Even after everything Ryoma showed in the ring, his composure under pressure, the defiance in his rhythm, Narisawa still refuses to acknowledge it. Not a word of praise, not even the courtesy of genuine respect toward Nakahara.
But Nakahara bows again, still smiling. "We'll keep working hard. Please continue to guide us."
"Of course," Narisawa replies, voice cool.
