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... amaki walk side by side, leaving the gym behind after an afternoon spent coaching the youngsters.
The cold dusk air seeps through Ryoma’s jacket, and every so often he lifts his wrapped hands and breathes into them, as if warming something more fragile than skin.
"Do you remember our fight at the rookie tournament?" Aramaki asks, eyes fixed forward. "You won, but your right hand was wrecked. You had to fight Kanzaki using only your left."
Ryoma lets out a dry chuckle. "Ye ...
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