Inside the dorm, the others are still sitting around the TV, still studying Paulo Ramos's fights despite Ryoma's earlier dismissal.
"He said he didn't need a breakdown," Sera notes, clicking through footage, "but let's analyze everything anyway. Just in case he missed something."
On screen, Ramos unleashes a torrent of straight punches; rapid, mechanical, impossibly consistent.
His arms fire like pistons, each strike snapping out with identical speed, timing, and precision, a rhythm that never seems to waver.
"See this?" Sera says. "He can fire a ridiculous number of punches per second. And he keeps that momentum for over five seconds without faltering."
Nakahara folds his arms, grim. "And he absorbs shots well… or he smothers them before they land clean. It's gonna be rough for Ryoma. Really rough."
"Honestly," Sera sighs, "I can't imagine him winning on points. The volume difference alone… impossible. His best bet is a counter knockdown."
