Ryoma turns his head toward the outside of the ring, his eyes briefly scanning for the bell, realizing they still need someone to keep time for the round.
Before he can call out, Aramaki steps in from the side, already approaching the corner with the headgear Ryoma left earlier, his expression set with quiet urgency.
"Hey, Ryoma… come here first."
Ryoma raises an eyebrow and glances across the ring, where Douglas stands in his own corner, leaning in slightly as he speaks with his friend, their low voices carrying the tone of planning.
Ryoma exhales lightly, then turns back and walks toward his corner, stopping close to the ropes where Aramaki stands on the apron, holding out the headgear.
"I just want to remind you," Aramaki says, his voice low but firm, "if something happens, Coach Nakahara won't just be mad at you, he'll be mad at me too for letting this happen."
He then lifts the headgear slightly. "Put this on."
