Meanwhile, Ryoma stands near the office door on the main gym floor, a quiet emptiness settling in his chest. It is the kind that appears when a familiar routine breaks apart, leaving the body momentarily unsure of what it is supposed to do next.
He has already finished shadowboxing with the resistance body suit earlier, pushed through pallof presses afterward, and yet even that focus was broken by Reika's sudden presence.
He rubs the back of his neck, staring at the equipment around him as if expecting it to give him direction.
"Ah… right," he mutters to himself. "I should've done light shadowboxing after the resistance work."
The realization comes late, but it settles him.
Ryoma walks toward the far side of the gym where a full-length mirror stretches across the wall. He positions himself in front of it, squares his shoulders, and begins moving again, this time lighter, cleaner.
