In the blue corner, the corner team moves in quickly as Kenta settles onto the stool. The atmosphere here is more contained compared to the roar outside, but the urgency is clear in every movement.
Hiroshi is already tending to him, pressing a cold compress carefully against the cheekbone where the swelling has begun to form. It is still early in the fight, only one round completed, yet there are already visible marks on his face, a faint discoloration spreading beneath the skin and a thin trace of blood resting at the edge of his lower lip.
It is not serious damage, nothing that threatens the fight at this stage. But it is enough to reflect how heavily that round had gone against him.
Kurogane steps in, unscrewing a bottle of water and holding it out for Kenta to rinse. The gesture is simple and routine, something done countless times in countless corners.
