But the silence lasts only a few seconds before Phantom Cabello bursts into laughter. He laughs so hard that he nearly doubles over against the top rope.
"Jesus Christ..." He struggles to breathe. "I almost believed it myself. An Indonesian health minister? That poor woman has no idea she just became the main character in your conspiracy theory."
Ryoma sighs. "At least it worked."
"Well, congratulations." Cabello spreads his arms theatrically. "You won the argument by convincing the other guy you're completely insane."
"Enough already," Ryoma mutters.
"Alright, alright. Back to work. Now... where were we?
The phantom figure finally manages to suppress his laughter, though the grin refuses to leave his face.
"Right. You were about to spar the greatest Cuban fighter to ever embarrass you. So, are you ready?"
Still wearing an annoyed expression, Ryoma walks toward the center of the ring. He rolls his shoulders, lifts both hands into position, then immediately clicks his tongue.
