The moment Okabe jumps down from the corner post, Hiroshi plants a hand on the back of his head and smacks him hard enough to make him stumble.
"Not bad, you idiot."
A second slap follows from Kurogane. "Seriously, since when did you start setting traps like that?"
The rest of the corner team quickly surrounds him, offering congratulations in their own rough ways. Some pat his shoulders. Others smack the top of his head.
"For a moment there, I thought you were actually getting exhausted."
Okabe immediately jerks his head away. "Exhausted? I could've fought ten rounds tonight."
The statement earns a chorus of laughter. Still grinning, Okabe suddenly remembers a certain promise. His eyes immediately drift toward ringside.
"Ah."
Without another word, he pushes through his own team and heads toward the side of the ring where Ryoma is sitting. Then, just like Shigenobu had done earlier, Okabe points a glove toward him.
