Ryoma watches Thanid leave, catching the faint irritation in the man's shoulders. He knows exactly what Thanid tried to do out there.
It's a mind game, and it worked, at least enough to drag the anger out of him. But mind games are a battlefield Ryoma enjoys just as much.
He turns back toward his corner, a small curl tugging at his lips, amused by the irritation he saw.
If that's how you want to play it, then let's play.
By the time he reaches the corner, Nakahara is already waiting. The old man's sharp eyes immediately catch the quiet confidence on Ryoma's face, and he doesn't like it at all.
"What's with that face?" Nakahara asks coldly. "You can't be satisfied after recklessly slamming his elbow with your left."
Ryoma nods, accepting the criticism without protest. He drops onto the stool and slowly clenches his left hand inside the glove.
"How is it?" Nakahara asks.
"It's still a bit numb," Ryoma replies. "I thought I might've broken it again. But the pain's gone now."
