Meanwhile, at Nakahara Boxing Gym.
By the time the clock creeps past nine, the gym is already silent, all training done hours ago. Only three people remain: Nakahara, Hiroshi, and Sera. They've stayed behind to go through the event's financials, and the whiteboard they began with already ran out of space an hour ago.
Now, wide sheets of paper are taped across the wall. Sera stands in front of them with a marker, writing quickly and neatly. Hiroshi sits nearby with his phone, the calculator app glowing in his hand.
Nakahara flips through a folder packed with printed reports, receipts, and forwarded numbers from sponsors.
"Alright," Nakahara says, tapping a page with his finger. "Let's sum what we actually earned."
Sera nods, marker ready. "Ticket income first?"
"Yeah. Total attendance was 2,500 seats," Nakahara says, "and the final sales report puts total ticket revenue at ¥16,800,000."
Hiroshi punches it into the calculator with a low whistle.
