Back in the locker room, the rest of the team waits, lingering in half-conversation, half-anticipation. Sweat still glistens on Satoru's skin, and the scent of liniment hangs faintly in the air.
Okabe, never able to hold his thoughts in, blurts first. "I heard someone from WBO earlier. What the hell are they talking to the old man about?"
He glances at Ryohei, Kenta, and Aramaki, who all just shrug, refusing to speculate.
"Whatever it is," Kenta finally says, voice calm, "it has to be important. It's about Ryoma, no doubt."
Aramaki leans back against a bench, arms crossed. "Could be they're considering putting Ryoma in the WBO world rankings. Maybe top five."
Ryohei snorts skeptically. "He hasn't fought any WBO-ranked opponents yet. How could that even happen?"
Sera tilts his head, cool and confident. "Doesn't matter. They have full authority to place someone wherever they want. They don't need to follow the usual rigid system."
