Sera's steps come to a halt as Kenta and Hiroshi reach Satoru first, searching his face and checking his condition before guiding him back toward the corner.
"You did good out there," Kenta says, steadying him by the arm.
"That was almost yours, just bad luck," Hiroshi adds as they walk him in.
Sera watches in silence as Satoru moves. Satoru's balance is still slightly off, the counter's impact still lingering. But guilt still builds in Sera's chest, because Satoru looks like he's still capable of continuing the fight.
On the red corner, Shigemori and the team are visibly relieved, exchanging quick smiles and light applause. But Tojo remains still, his eyes locked on Satoru with lingering hatred and irritation.
He can feel his own legs still slightly trembling, the strength not fully returned after the punishment from earlier exchanges, his head carrying a dull dizziness that refuses to clear.
