Ryoma heads straight across toward the blue corner, taking advantage of the moment to present a different side of himself than the Cruel King image he has always carried after a fight.
Right now, Villanueva is still on the stool, his team gathered close, working over his side. But the moment they notice the approach, one steps aside, then another, until a narrow path opens.
Ryoma steps in. "How's it going, old man?" he asks, the words blunt, but his face carries an open, almost boyish smile. "I hope I didn't hit you too hard."
Villanueva looks up, caught off guard. His brows lift for a moment before a quiet chuckle slips out. He dips his head, shaking it once, then looks back at him.
"Is that concern?" he says. "Or are you here to make fun of me?"
"Come on," Ryoma replies. "I'm worried. Seriously."
