While Kurogane keeps talking about the gym potentially filling an entire year with title fights and champions, Nakahara quietly rides a tiny electric scooter through one of Tokyo's wealthiest residential districts.
Cold winter air brushes against the old man's cheeks as the scooter rolls quietly through the upscale residential streets of Seijō, where large homes sit hidden behind low stone walls, trimmed pine trees, and soft amber garden lights glowing against the clear January night.
The sky remains unusually clear, and the wind has calmed enough that Nakahara can still survive the trip bundled beneath his old padded coat, scarf wrapped thickly around his neck, gloved hands gripping the tiny handlebars.
Even so, the image itself feels absurd. Back at the gym, everyone is discussing world titles and million-dollar events. Meanwhile Nakahara's electric scooter struggles slightly uphill at twenty kilometers per hour.
