Satoru, however, understands none of it. To him, Tojo's irritation looks no different from what any experienced fighter might show toward a struggling rookie. Just another veteran trying to intimidate someone younger and less accomplished.
He simply turns away as if he never heard the comment at all. His attention is already on Sera waiting in the corner, hoping the break will bring some answer to the problems piling up inside the ring.
"Stop making that face," Sera says as Satoru approaches him looking completely lost.
"Not me making this face," Satoru says before sitting down on the stool. "It's him. How many times has that left counter landed so far?"
"And here you are, still looking healthy," Hiroshi says, pressing an enswell against the swollen cheek beneath Satoru's left eye. "Don't get so depressed. There's still a long way to go. You'll get your chance."
