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... ither. His composure is just so firm it feels like defiance. It makes the air tighten around him.
For a rookie, that kind of presence is unsettling. Some people start studying his face, searching for cracks that aren’t there, to guess what he’s thinking.
Somewhere in the stands, a lone man holding a pole banner starts shouting, just one voice against the quiet.
"Ryoma! Ryoma!"
Another voice joins, and then a few more.
Soon it becomes a rhythm, loud, raw, a ...
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