In the blue corner, Narisawa doesn't wait for the stool to settle before he starts. He crouches before Hamawaka, leaning forward, jaw tight.
"How did you fall for that same cheap trick?" he scoffs. "You saw what Okabe did to Wakabayashi. We broke that down round by round after the fight. A full-length analysis. And yet…"
Hamakawa pulls the mouthpiece halfway out, breathing through his nose. "How am I supposed to know he'd run the exact same sequence?"
"They're from the same gym," Narisawa snaps. "You think they don't share ideas?"
Hamakawa shoots him a sharp glare. "If you were in there, would you see it coming?"
The question lands heavier than intended. Narisawa pauses, momentarily caught off guard. He doesn't answer. Hamakawa doesn't press him either. He exhales, irritation written plainly across his face.
