Frank rises fully, posture straightening with effortless authority. He glances at Logan as he speaks in smooth unhurried English.
"You should mention as well," he says, "that my camp currently manages a reigning world champion, and a WBA top welterweight contender."
He expects Logan to translate.
Logan inhales to begin, but Ryoma cuts in first.
"No need," he replies in clear English. "I understand you. And I'm aware of your reputation."
Frank pauses briefly, then his brows lift in a pleased, almost predatory arc. And a slow smile forms.
"Good," he says. "That makes things easier. And I'm sure you already understand why I wanted to meet you."
Ryoma only nods, calm and detached. Sensing the weight between them, Logan steps in quickly with a polite laugh.
"Well then… let's sit."
Ryoma takes the seat across from Logan and Frank, posture relaxed but attentive. Reika takes the seat near her father, tablet resting lightly on her knees as she reviews a few final notes.
