[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda":3,"chapter-vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-176":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","VISION GRID SYSTEM: THE COMEBACK OF RYOMA TAKEDA",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},730280,969,"Chapter 176: Half A Beat Too Soon","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-176",176,"\u003Cp>The entire hall falls silent, still trying to grasp what just happened. Even the commentators are lost for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steady, monotonous rhythm that had ruled the fight for nearly ten minutes has shattered in an instant, so sudden it caught everyone off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Junpei, not just the red corner, but everyone in the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, one commentator finds his voice, though it trembles. \"Oh, down! Junpei’s down! How... how did it come to this? Did he slip?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not sure,\" the other stammers. \"But he looked off balance just before Aramaki seized the opening and hit him with those heavy shots.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a turn! After struggling all this time just to get into the fight, Aramaki suddenly breaks through and scores a knockdown!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fluke or not, I don’t know... but the real question now is, can Junpei get up from that? He looks hurt, not gonna lie.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmurs swell across the hall as Coach Junji shouts from the red corner, trying to rouse his fighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Junpei! Come on! Wake up! I know you can still fight. Steady your breath!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Junpei isn’t out cold. His eyes are clear, though his head spins and his gut burns, the air knocked out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms tremble, and his legs feel numb, like that last body shot to the guts drained half his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aramaki waits in the neutral corner as the referee’s count reaches three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there’s still no movement from Junpei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Junpei! Can you hear me? Take your time, and steady your breath!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the words don’t reach him. Junpei’s mind is chaos, replaying the moment, trying to figure out where it went wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Junji smacks the apron with a loud slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HEY, JUNPEI!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound cuts through. Junpei flinches, finally focusing. He looks up and the ref’s count is already at six.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on,\" Junpei mutters, his voice hoarse. \"I can still fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seven!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know, I know... I’m fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the ring, Aramaki lowers his head in the neutral corner, silently praying his opponent stays down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he sees Junpei already on both feet, gloves rising, he exhales and steels himself. There’s no room for relief now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Junpei straightens fully, raises his guard. The referee steps in to check his balance, eyes locked on his pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aramaki no longer watches, there’s no use. He glances at Nakahara, sending an unspoken message:the plan worked, but not the way we hoped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, a quiet gratitude flickers inside him; grateful for joining Nakahara’s gym, grateful for Ryoma’s countless rounds of sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He failed to capitalize fully on that perfect moment, but Ryoma’s words echo in his mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You spar with me now in my rhythm. But Junpei has his own.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every technique carries its own rhythm, forged through thousands of hours of drills. And every boxer has their habits, some they know, some they don’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And even when they realize it, those habits are the hardest thing to break.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, it feels almost funny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, he’d believed he lacked talent, that he’d already hit his ceiling, that there was no room left to grow, no way to reinvent his boxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, even without winning yet, he feels the shift, and the growth, a change he can finally recognize from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the insight Ryoma engraved deep in him, now finally takes its shape:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s so much more to boxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just sharpening your skill. Not just hardening your punch. Not just learning the technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s the human side; the mind, the habits, even the crowd itself. All of it shapes how a fight unfolds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s up to you; how you read it, how you turn it, how you make it all work in your favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee finally steps back, giving space, and then chops a hand through the empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Box!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight resumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not over yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aramaki steadies his stance, hoping Junpei still hasn’t realized his flaw, because if he hasn’t, there’s still one more opening waiting to be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Junpei sets his stance and steps off the ropes. Just one step, that’s all he gets before Aramaki’s already in range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He relies back on his flickers, sharp lefts snapping out to keep Aramaki away, buying seconds for his legs to come back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left after left cuts through the air, quick and precise, flicking from different angles. It taps gloves, taps forearms, breaking Aramaki’s rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s the same beat that’s kept Junpei ahead on points, the same hope that he can hang on until his legs wake up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One commentator picks it up. \"Junpei’s left still alive! Look at that snap!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aramaki can’t close the gap,\" another adds. \"Those jabs are stinging him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices rise as another flicker lands clean, Junpei’s glove smacking against Aramaki’s cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That one finally lands clean.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, he still can fight just fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Aramaki adjusts. He starts reading the rhythm, slipping past the jabs, parrying the next. Then, he times the left, blocks it clean, and steps in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Junpei’s breath catches. His instinct fires first. His right cuts the advance with a quick straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still the same habit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aramaki blocks it easily, and this time, already twisting into a hook even before Aramaki steps away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Junpei drops his left up in time...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...blocking the body blow clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his legs are still shaky from the earlier knockdown, and the impact tilts him sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aramaki’s already following, another hook upstairs. Junpei sees it coming, and brings his guard up again, blocking....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...but the force drives him deep into the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aramaki closes in, calm, both gloves tucked tight against his chin, eyes locked forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Junpei’s got nowhere to go,\" one commentator blurts, voice rising over the roar. \"For the first time tonight, he’s finally trapped in the corner!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the apron, Junji yells, \"Tighten up, Junpei! Keep that guard tight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aramaki begins his assault, calculated and compact, punches from close range, targeting low, locking Junpei’s arms down to protect his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, not by strategy but by instinct, and maybe pure circumstance, Junpei slips back into the Philly Shell, the very defense he swore he wouldn’t use in this fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rear foot drags on its own, his lead arm tucks hard against his ribs, left shoulder rising to shield his jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twitching in his face tells enough: he’s flinching, wincing, trying not to get hit in the face clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Junji’s face goes pale. For a moment, he can’t find words. Seeing Junpei fold back into that stance feels like watching him surrender a piece of himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he knows it’s the right call. \"That’s it, Junpei! Stay tight until you come back to me! Don’t give him a clean hit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aramaki keeps the pressure, hook after hook, hammering from both sides, pinning Junpei deep in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No clean hits, sure. But every thud drains Junpei’s strength and stamina, each impact shaking his legs, sapping his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right hand stays tucked under his chin, coiled for a counter. But Aramaki knows that setup, as Ryoma already warned him about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he keeps his barrage tight, and compact. There are absolutely no wild swings, no reach for the head, only steady punishing shots to the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Junpei fires back, releasing that coiled right too soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aramaki hasn’t overextended yet, still keeping his punches short and compact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Junpei’s glove shoots out, Aramaki sees it coming clear as day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just leans back...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zrff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glove cuts through empty air, stopping an inch from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aramaki doesn’t hesitate, snapping forward, driving a clean shot right over Junpei’s outstretched arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dsh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Junpei’s head jerks back, sweat bursting into the lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One commentator reacts at once. \"A pull counter? Man, why is this guy suddenly full of surprise?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Junpei stumbles back, catching himself against the corner post before he can drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s in half-sitting position. His legs barely hold him, bent and trembling, weight sinking against the pole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Aramaki’s still there, ready to punish him even more.\u003C\u002Fp>",1346,"2026-06-02T11:09:26.935Z",1,"novelbin.me","6f988c336ba0c33b7ba9b37df95919a1de11030d17f8ab9eb76b325ef5ec2f91","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-177","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-175",762,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-cover.jpg"]