Hiroshi's brows lift slightly. Only after Nakahara mentions Cuban boxing does he finally recognize the same sense of familiarity he always gets whenever he watches Cabello's fight footage.
"So that's it," he mutters. "He's been studying the champion's fights all this time and ended up copying his style. No wonder Ryohei looks so frustrated. Ryoma spent years telling him to stop fighting like a coward, and now he's doing exactly that himself."
Back inside the ring, Ryohei keeps pressing forward, occasionally forced to reset before hiding his growing irritation behind another taunt.
"So this is what you've been studying back in Tokyo? Running around like Cabello?"
Nakahara slowly shakes his head. "Make no mistake. Ryoma isn't Cabello. Deep down, he's not a runner. He's a killer. And right now, he's suppressing that instinct until the right moment."
