Coach Nakahara arrives at the Tochigi Prefectural General Sports Center earlier than Kenta and the group. Not because he planned it that way. Train, then taxi, and somehow it was faster than coming by van.
The taxi pulls away the moment he closes the door, leaving him alone in a wide inconvenient stretch of concrete and low buildings. Nakahara adjusts his jacket and looks around.
The station isn't far, but it's not close either. Anyone without a car has to transfer, then catch a taxi, then walk the last stretch.
"This kind of access," he mutters, "kills attendance."
He glances at the arena again, already running numbers in his head. Being a promoter himself, he should take a lesson from this. You want people to show up early, stay late, buy concessions. So you don't make them calculate routes.
He shakes the thought away and straightens, eyes drifting instinctively toward the parking area.
He's looking for the van, more specifically, the one with the Aqualis logo.
