The refusal hangs in the air longer than it should. For a brief moment, no one moves. The gym noise feels distant now, like it's been pushed behind glass.
Ryoma stands where he is, shoulders loose but unmoving, eyes steady. He's said his piece, and he isn't going to soften it.
Logan studies him. Something sharp flickers behind his eyes, too quick to be called anger, too restrained to be dismissed as nothing.
For a second, it looks like he might push back, press harder, or test how far Ryoma's resistance goes.
Then the moment passes. Logan exhales and smiles, calm and professional, perfectly controlled.
"Alright," he says lightly. "I understand. If you'd rather not film anything new, we can work with existing footage."
He tilts his head, thinking. "NSN still holds the rights to your bout against Masuda Kokushi. That was a good fight, very efficient. But it ended in two rounds. Not a lot of material to build a narrative around."
