Sera studies him for a moment, weighing it, then exhales through his nose. "…Even like this, I don't see Satoru winning on points. There are only three rounds left. If he loses another round, it's done. Even if he turns something around in the fourth and fifth, I'm afraid it won't be enough."
When Satoru drops onto the stool, Sera steps back without a word, while Hiroshi and Okabe shift aside as well, clearing space in front of him.
Then Ryoma steps in and lowers himself in front of Satoru, one knee touching the canvas, his presence closing the distance in a way that immediately changes the corner.
The reaction doesn't stay contained there. It carries across the arena, the murmur dipping as more eyes turn toward the blue corner.
Even from the opposite side, Takasugi's corner shifts; the easy confidence from moments ago gives way to alertness, their posture tightening as they fix their attention on Ryoma taking position.
