Every muscle in his face tightens; anger, contempt, and a sense of injustice writ large in his expression. He doesn't speak, doesn't move, but the tension radiates from him: a man forced to witness a verdict he refuses to accept, simmering with the urge to argue, to reclaim what he feels has been wronged.
Kiet's eyes flare with fury. Without hesitation, he rushes toward the referee, who is guiding Ryoma to the red corner where Nakahara, Sera, and Hiroshi are already waiting.
Kiet's voice erupts as he closes the distance. "That punch after the bell… he's the one who should be punished!" He points a finger directly at Ryoma, eyes blazing with open disdain and contempt. "He hit my fighter after the bell! How is that fair?"
Ryoma's eyes flick up, meeting Kiet's accusing glare. For a heartbeat, the fire in Kiet's fury washes over him. Ryoma's jaw tightens slightly, fingers curling in his gloves, a quiet acknowledgment of the chaos.
