After the extra three minutes, Hiroshi finally lowers the bamboo completely before stepping back a little.
"Alright. Enough."
Ryoma slowly drops both arms from behind his head afterward while exhaling deeper through his nose. The lingering ache beneath the ribs settles more clearly into his body now, hot and sore beneath the skin with every breath he takes.
Hiroshi studies him briefly. "Sit down for a bit," he says. "Don't act tough and suddenly start moving around."
Ryoma gives a lazy nod before lowering himself onto a nearby bench. Meanwhile Hiroshi walks toward the storage shelves near the back wall before returning shortly afterward carrying several ice packs.
Without saying much, Hiroshi presses one of them directly against Ryoma's lower ribs, immediately drawing a faint grimace from him as the cold bites into the already abused muscles.
"Hold it there," Hiroshi says. "The swelling'll get worse later if you leave it alone."
