The door closes behind the departing guests, and the room settles back into something familiar. Nakahara lingers for a moment, before clapping his hands once.
"Alright," he says. "Back to work."
The shift happens naturally. Whatever had just taken place in the office is left there, as both of them return to the floor where things are simpler and clearer.
Ryoma picks up the jump rope without a word. The rhythm comes quickly, the rope slicing cleanly through the air beneath his feet.
His breathing steadies as he transitions into footwork, moving across the canvas with light steps, testing angles, adjusting distance.
From there, he moves to the heavy bag, combinations landing with a sharp, consistent sound that fills the gym.
Nothing looks wrong at a glance. But when he steps in for mittwork, Nakahara feels it almost immediately.
"Again. One-two."
