The Cruel King Army is still roaring "Aniki-Oni! Aniki-Oni!" when Moriyama rises from his seat. He doesn't join them, simply stands and turns away.
His wife blinks in confusion. "Dear… where are you going?"
"Home," he says, bored, almost dismissive. "We saw what we came to see. No reason to stay."
Izumi jerks up in his seat. "Dad… wait! It's the main event after this. Ryoma's fight! Everyone's here to watch him. Can't we stay a little longer?"
Moriyama doesn't answer. He just walks.
For a moment, Izumi and his mother hesitate. And then, reluctantly, they follow him.
Meanwhile, Kenta's left the ring and currently walks down the aisle. He's exhausted but steady, drinking in the last of the arena's fading cheers.
But before he reaches the hallway, he turns to the seats where Izumi had been. But there he sees them already leaving.
He catches a glimpse; his mother's apologetic look, Izumi waving desperately, and his father, who meets Kenta's eyes for one brief second.
