The following morning, Kirizume sits alone inside his office while several members of his management staff continue discussing preparations for the upcoming Serrano-Aramaki event.
The fight is drawing closer, and under normal circumstances, that should be enough to occupy most of his attention. Instead, his gaze remains fixed on the window beside his desk while his thoughts drift back toward a certain twenty-two-year-old promoter.
Meanwhile, the discussion continues behind him.
"I think late March is a little too soon? We still need time to promote the event."
"Then early April?"
"Maybe. But if we wait too long, the momentum starts disappearing."
"Either way, they've already agreed to give us hosting rights."
"Yeah, but not for free."
"Right. They only agreed because we promised to find an opponent for their Satoru."
The room grows quiet for a moment. Then a few folders are pulled across the table. One of the men begins flipping through them while scanning the names inside.
