Ramos is already lounging in his corner, breathing steady as if the three rounds were nothing more than light pad work.
He chats with Reyes in an easy, rolling tone, gesturing casually between sips of water. Whatever he says makes Reyes sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, while Salem stands beside them with arms folded, listening without a word.
Around them, the gym holds its breath. Yet inside that small corner, Ramos radiates a warm unbothered ease that makes it feel like a different world entirely.
Moments later, he calls at Shiki from his corner, voice bright and unbothered. "Ready?"
Shiki raises an eyebrow. "Don't you want a little more rest?"
Ramos waves it off. "Nah. Normal break between rounds is enough. In a real fight, you don't get excuses. Besides… after this, I still have another spar with the guy I brought from home."
Shiki turns to Sekino. Sekino gives a single, steady nod and steps into the ring, composure tightening around him like armor.
