Ryoma's jaw tightens. For a moment, he simply stands there, staring at Kenta. His gaze sharpens, but the irritation visible on his face seems directed elsewhere. Not at Kenta, but at himself.
Without another word, he puts the headgear back on, then turns toward Nakahara.
"Let's add another round."
Nakahara immediately frowns. "Oi… You've already entered the weight-management phase of camp. Pushing yourself too hard right now isn't a good idea."
"Just one round," Ryoma replies coldly. "That's more than enough to shut this guy's mouth."
"Hey, hey..." Kenta raises both hands. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"Shut up," Ryoma shoots back. "Don't start backing off now after calling me a coward."
"I said it already. I never called you a coward."
"Okabe!" Ryoma calls. "Hit the bell. Now."
Okabe glances between the two fighters. The tension is obvious enough that he can practically feel it from outside the ring.
"Oh-hoo… this is getting interesting."
