The fear arrives before anyone names it. Nakahara and Sera do not ask about the call, but the way Ryoma stands, phone still loose in his hand, tells them enough.
After a moment, Ryoma speaks first. "Fujimoto-san wants a meeting with us," he says, tone even, as if reporting weather rather than pressure.
Sera looks up sharply. "Not just with you?"
Ryoma shakes his head. "With management. All of us."
He exhales once, slower this time. "They didn't just support me, remember. They backed this gym. The van, the equipment, the new ring. They expect to know how we're handling my defense without repeating Melbourne."
Nakahara nods, the movement tired but sincere. "They have every right to be concerned."
He pauses, then adds, quieter, "We'll go. Explain things as they are. If they're willing to help financially, even partially, it gives us more room to bid."
