There's a line Ramos grew up hearing from his grandfather, "a relaxed face makes enemies relax too, and a loose smile can hide a sharpened blade."
He never repeats it to anyone, never turns it into some dramatic mantra, but it settles quietly behind every gesture he makes in public: the easy grin, the light steps, the casual tone that suggests he has never known tension in his life.
Of course, that is only the surface. The real work breathes underneath.
His first night in Japan, he spends it at Tokyo Somei Onsen SAKURA, where steam glides through the open-air bath like a slow tide.
Ramos sinks until the water touches his shoulders, letting the heat untangle the stiffness from the long flight. He exhales, not dramatically, just enough to let his muscles loosen.
"Aah… this place is too good. Give me five minutes and I'll probably knock out in the water."
Reyes appears, and sits beside him, stretching his arms along the edge, leaning with eyes half closed.
