Two days later, in Miami, Florida, at the Academia de Boxeo La Isla, the familiar scent of leather and sweat hangs in the air. Sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting long stripes across the gym floor.
The Cuban-style punching bags sway gently as fighters move through their drills, but at the office tucked in the corner of the gym, tension brews.
The soft ping of an incoming email breaks the monotony. Jorge Rivera, Miguel Cabello's head trainer, leans over his laptop, eyebrows narrowing. Beside him, team manager Carlos "Lucho" Herrera glances over, curiosity piqued.
"Another one?" Lucho asks, a faint smirk on his face. "Who is it this time? Another promoter trying to throw cash at him?"
Jorge clicks open the message, quickly scanning its contents. "Ryoma Takeda… That cocky brat from Japan. They're sending a challenge for a fight." He exhales slowly, shaking his head. "Well, that's bold. And… potentially dangerous."
