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VISION GRID SYSTEM: THE COMEBACK OF RYOMA TAKEDA

Chapter 247: The Moment He Questions Everything · Nov 03, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: New Blood, Old Habits 2026-11-03
202 Chapter 202: Welcome to Narisawa Boxing Gym 2026-11-03
203 Chapter 203: Declining the Champion 2026-11-03
204 Chapter 204: Caught in the Beat 2026-11-03
205 Chapter 205: A Worthy Distance 2026-11-03
206 Chapter 206: Reading Deeper 2026-11-03
207 Chapter 207: Running A Test 2026-11-03
208 Chapter 208: Time to Steal It 2026-11-03
209 Chapter 209: Rhapsody in Gloves 2026-11-03
210 Chapter 210: New Drills 2026-11-03
211 Chapter 211: Chameleon’s Memory 2026-11-03
212 Chapter 212: Paths Diverging 2026-11-03
213 Chapter 213: Riding the Tide 2026-11-03
214 Chapter 214: Traded Identity 2026-11-03
215 Chapter 215: The Temptation 2026-11-03
216 Chapter 216: One Fight Away 2026-11-03
217 Chapter 217: The Machine That Feeds on Hype 2026-11-03
218 Chapter 218: For the Sake of Hype 2026-11-03
219 Chapter 219: No Wasted Motion 2026-11-03
220 Chapter 220: Mutual Growth 2026-11-03
221 Chapter 221: What the Ring Teaches 2026-11-03
222 Chapter 222: The Mirror in the Ring 2026-11-03
223 Chapter 223: When the Mind Slips 2026-11-03
224 Chapter 224: Inheritance of Spite 2026-11-03
225 Chapter 225: Between Courtesy and Cruelty 2026-11-03
226 Chapter 226: Smoke and Spotlights 2026-11-03
227 Chapter 227: The Missing Crowd 2026-11-03
228 Chapter 228: The Cruel King’s Army 2026-11-03
229 Chapter 229: When the Joker Turns Ugly 2026-11-03
230 Chapter 230: Welcome to the World of Men 2026-11-03
231 Chapter 231: A Corner Without Mercy 2026-11-03
232 Chapter 232: This Is My Fight 2026-11-03
233 Chapter 233: Momentum 2026-11-03
234 Chapter 234: Cold Blood, Clear Timing 2026-11-03
235 Chapter 235: The Coronation of the Cruel King 2026-11-03
236 Chapter 236: I Touched You 2026-11-03
237 Chapter 237: Timing the Phantom 2026-11-03
238 Chapter 238: When Flickers Become Guns 2026-11-03
239 Chapter 239: Half A Beat Ahead 2026-11-03
240 Chapter 240: Three Tricks Deep 2026-11-03
241 Chapter 241: The Break Between Blows 2026-11-03
242 Chapter 242: Beyond the Plan 2026-11-03
243 Chapter 243: The Illusion of Control 2026-11-03
244 Chapter 244: The Crown in the Corner 2026-11-03
245 Chapter 245: Hope in the Edge of Despair 2026-11-03
246 Chapter 246: A Lullaby in Round Six 2026-11-03
247 Chapter 247: The Moment He Questions Everything 2026-11-03
248 Chapter 248: The Cruel King’s True Face 2026-11-03
249 Chapter 249: The Fighter Who Wouldn’t Break 2026-11-03
250 Chapter 250: The Tenth-round Inferno 2026-11-03

Yuichi’s hands fly to his head the moment Sekino hits the canvas. His fingers thread through his hair, clutching tight, dragging the skin on his forehead. His jaw locks.

“Are you kidding me…? No… no, no, no…”

His eyes refuse to blink, as if closing them would make the scene real. He paces one step, then grabs the rope, shoulders shaking with frustration.

Shiki watches him quietly at first, but the moment the referee calls “TWO!” he steps closer.

“Yuichi-san… throw the towel.”

Yuichi doesn’t even look at him. “Shut up. Not yet.”

Yuichi bends forward, one hand still on his head, staring at Sekino as if sheer willpower could lift him.

Ryoma reaches the neutral corner, and the ref finally starts the count.

“ONE!”

Sekino is down on one knee and one elbow, the other arm sprawled out, glove sliding uselessly against the canvas.

“Coach… look at him,” Shiki insists. “He’s not responding. Throw it in.”

“No!” Yuichi snaps. “Sekino’s tougher than that. He can still go. He… he just needs a second!”

He spins back toward the ring and shouts so loud his throat strains.

“SEKINO! Get up!”

Sekino finally twitches, flinching at the sound. His breathing is ragged. He tries to move his leg, and plants his foot flat on the canvas to anchor himself.

His other knee stays down. His head dangles. His glove shakes as he tries to push off the mat.

Inside his skull, everything spins. The lights melt into streaks, and the crowd sounds like it’s underwater, a distant muffled roar that feels a world away.

Shiki steps closer, urgency in his voice. “Look at him. Even if he gets up, what do you think he can do?!”

Yuichi ignores him and barks again. “SEKINO! Stand up! Do you hear me?! Get up! You wanted this…You wanted this fight, right!”

Sekino’s breath hitches. He drags his other leg inward, trying to pull himself into a crouch, but the strength isn’t there.

Shiki grabs Yuichi’s arm. “Throw it now! If you don’t, you’ll ruin him.”

But Yuichi jerks free. “No! It’s too soon! He won’t accept it if I stop it here. He came for this… he came to reclaim our dignity, to teach that arrogant kid a lesson!”

His voice is half anger, half pleading, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Shiki.

Meanwhile, the ref’s still counting.

“SEVEN!”

Sekino forces air into his lungs, braces both feet under him, and pushes. His legs tremble violently, but they straighten by sheer will.

“EIGHT!”

He wobbles, almost falls again, then stiffens his posture just enough to freeze upright.

The ref steps in closer.

“Stand and show me you’re good,” he says.

Sekino lifts his gloves, and nods without really seeing where he is.

The referee finishes checking him, hand hovering near Sekino’s chin, eyes searching for any sign he’s gone.

Yuichi exhales sharply, triumphant, pointing toward the ring.

“See? Look at him! He’s fine… he can still fight!”

The referee steps back, raises his arm, and signals the restart.

“Box!”

Yuichi stiffens, swallowing hard. “Not many seconds left… Come back to me, Sekino. Don’t end it like this.”

***

Ryoma wastes no time. He surges in, eyes cold, intent on finishing it while the window is still open.

Sekino tightens his guard and braces himself as the punishment begins.

Dug! Dug!

Bug! Dug!

Thud! Dug! Bug!

Seven heavy punches crash into him. He blocks four, but the others bite deep; one buries into his ribs, another folds into his solar plexus, another clips his shoulder too close to the chin for comfort.

The crowd senses blood. Their voices rise in waves, swelling louder with each punch he throws.

“RYO-MA! RYO-MA! RYO-MA!”

“Here he comes… Ryoma’s going for the finish!” one commentator shouts, barely audible above the roar.

Dug! Bug!

“That’s another clean shot! That’s the eighth of the round!”

Bug! Dug!

“Another one… Sekino’s guard is cracking. Can he survive this?!”

Ryoma’s eyes burn bright, looks so hungry. And Sekino just absorbs, staggers, and endures.

“Sekino’s hanging by a thread!”

“Does he have anything left? Anything at all?!”

The fever spikes. The crowd chants in pulses.

“Finish him!”

“End it!”

“Don’t let him breathe!”

And Ryoma obliges, stepping in again, eager to end it before the bell can save Sekino.

But when he gets too close, Sekino clinches in pure desperation. He throws his arms around Ryoma, letting his weight slump onto the younger fighter’s shoulder, barely staying upright.

The ref comes to separate, slapping Sekino’s arms.

But then…

DING!

The bell finally rings.

Round six is over… but Sekino is still clinging to Ryoma, as though letting go would make his legs give out.

That’s when Ryoma leans in and slips a knife into his mind.

“You clinch too long, old man,” he says, voice low, mocking. “You held for years in the contender list. But… what are you doing here?”

Sekino forces himself to separate, stumbling back half a step. But Ryoma doesn’t stop the sermon.

“You moved up… just to teach me a lesson? Is this the reason you got into the ring.”

He finally turns away, walking toward his corner. But his last words hit Sekino harder than the cross that dropped him.

Sekino freezes for half a heartbeat, his breath shaking as doubt slithers in.

He’s thirty now. Ranked 8th in Super Featherweight for years was the peak of his career. And he abandoned even that, moved up to Lightweight, scraping into tenth place.

For what?

Just to fight an unranked kid out of spite?

It won’t take me higher in the ladder.

It won’t bring me closer to the title.

He’s not chasing a belt anymore, not climbing the rankings, not building toward a title shot. He came here for revenge, for pride, for the gym’s dignity.

But now… he can’t even stand straight.

“What am I doing…?”

The thought drifts through his mind as he sways toward his corner, legs barely remembering how to move.

This path he chose, this last crusade, it suddenly feels impossibly far, like reaching for something he was never meant to touch.

It makes him feels like a loser, abandoning his own ambition for something else. The thought alone twists painfully in his chest, filling him with a quiet, suffocating bitterness.

Sekino slumps onto the stool like his entire body has turned to lead. His legs fold without resistance, his arms hang useless at his sides.

His corner erupts around him in frantic motion. A towel scrubs sweat and the thin streak of blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. An enswell presses against the swelling on his temple.

Another hand wipes at the cut along his cheek, dabbing, checking, trying to stop what little bleeding there is.

But none of it brings him back. His breathing is still ragged, too quick. His thoughts still scattered, drifting, unanchored.

Yuichi leans in anyway, filling the void with angry words.

“Don’t you fold here, Sekino. Remember what he did to Kanzaki. Remember how he dragged that fight out, how he toyed with him. How he humiliated us.”

He keeps going, resentment and rivalry, all the buried fury he’s carried for years. He doesn’t have personal grudge on Ryoma. But at least, he hopes this will spark a fire in Sekino once more.

But it doesn’t.

Instead, the words twist in Sekino’s foggy mind, reshaping themselves into something else.

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