Before Ryoma can answer, the quiet of the gym suddenly breaks apart. The entrance door swings open, followed by the unmistakable sound of a voice that seems far too loud for the early morning.
"I'm telling you, that old guy was cheating!" Okabe's voice booms across the gym floor.
Ryohei answers him almost immediately, his tone far more amused than concerned.
"You lost because you can't count, that's why."
"I can count just fine!"
"Then explain how you lost three rounds of rock-paper-scissors in a row."
"That was strategy," Okabe insists.
"What strategy?" Ryohei laughs. "Throwing rock every time?"
"It works eventually!"
Their voices echo easily through the gym, loud enough that even the office walls do little to block them.
Aramaki, who has been stretching near the ring, looks toward the entrance and sighs.
"Great," he mutters under his breath. "The circus is here."
