[{"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-234":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},730338,969,"Chapter 234: Cold Blood, Clear Timing","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-234",234,"\u003Cp>Both commentators catch it instantly, their laughter slicing through the roar of the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, look at that... the kid who froze under stage fright finally found his tongue!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, and he’s using it to taunt a veteran. Bold move... or suicidal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryohei freezes. The words dig deep, stoking something dark under his ribs. The crowd’s laughter swells, mixing with the pulse hammering in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He can’t tell if it’s rage or adrenaline, only that it burns hot and bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can’t just ignore that kind of jab!\" one commentator goads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s Ryohei gonna do now?\" the other adds, voice sharp with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryohei’s lips twitch, anger flaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, a crazy thought flickers through his mind, dangerous, reckless, but perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he lets the mask of anger take over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You son of a bitch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunges forward, right hand cocked, wild and unrestrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kobo grins. \"Amateur.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jab flicks out first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryohei sees it coming. But he grits his teeth, and takes it clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dsh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then comes the cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this is exactly what Ryohei wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face goes still, eyes icy cold, almost dead. He steps in, stopping the punch mid-extension with his left glove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the next heartbeat...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right explodes against Kobo’s face, hard, brutal, sickening. The sound is dull, meaty, and final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kobo’s head knocked back, sweat, blood, and spit bursting into the air like shrapnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an instant, the whole arena goes silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kobo’s corner looks stricken, white faces, mouths hanging open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then chaos erupts. The crowd cheers and claps, acknowledging Ryohei’s determination and courage to deliver that last counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenta clutches his head, pacing in disbelief, while Hiroshi nearly climbs the ropes, shouting, half-laughing, half-screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He did it! He actually pulled it off!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commentators lose it too, their voices overlapping in stunned euphoria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh my god, what was that?! That’s insane!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He baited him! He took the hit and turned it into a counter! I’ve never seen anything like that in this weight class!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is unbelievable... nobody expected a knockout like that from Ryohei!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee’s voice finally cuts through the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Neutral corner! Go to the neutral corner!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryohei obeys, legs wobbling beneath him. His arms feel like they’re carved from stone, his gloves heavier than his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step toward the neutral corner feels longer than the whole fight. His chest heaves, his breath scraping dry through his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reaches the corner, turns, and folds his hands against the top rope, praying silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t get up... please, don’t get up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He can still feel it, the solid crack against his knuckles, the perfect angle, the precise timing. Every inch of it tells him Kobo shouldn’t be standing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the count keeps going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound stretches, warping in his ears. His vision blurs at the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seven...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, impossibly, Kobo stirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body twitches. He plants one glove on the canvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eight...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s up. Barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee steps close, searching his eyes, asking something Ryohei can’t hear. Kobo’s face is a ruin of red and sweat now, his legs shaking, but his gaze is dazed and empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryohei just stands there, arms heavy, head bowed, a hollow ache spreading through his chest. The adrenaline drains out, leaving him numb, spent, and almost weightless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thinks it’s over already. Win or lose, he’s just got nothing left to give.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then the referee waves his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kobo can’t lift his gloves. His corner stays frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd detonates again, this time chanting Ryohei’s name in unison, loud, raw, and relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenta and Hiroshi vault into the ring, grabbing him, laughing and yelling, shaking him like they can’t believe he’s real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And above it all, the commentators shout over the roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ryohei lands the counter of the night!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a finish! This fight just redefined heart and timing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bell rings, but nobody hears it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the chant fills in the hall. This time, finally acknowledge him. Even the Cruel King’s Army, who supported Ryohei on Ryoma’s request, finally gives him their support, a genuine one this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ryohei! Ryohei! Ryohei!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the blue corner’s locker room, the air feels still and heavy. The fight blares from the wall-mounted TV, the crowd’s thunder echoing faintly through the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma and Nakahara watch in silence. Neither of them cheers when Ryohei’s hand is raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It isn’t that they aren’t proud. They both are. But the broadcast had carried something more than the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d heard Ryohei’s voice during the corner break, when the cameras were too close, the mics too sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think I don’t know I’m not Ryoma? You think I’m proud of that? You think I enjoy being the guy he crushes every damn spar? You think I like hearing them keep bringing his name into my fight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that line loops endlessly in Ryoma’s head, playing over the noise of the victory chants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, Ryohei is being helped down the aisle by Kenta and Hiroshi, his arms slung over their shoulders, every step unsteady but defiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd still roars his name. Flashing cameras follow his slow march, a hero’s sendoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s expression doesn’t move. His jaw stays set, his eyes unreadable. Nakahara glances at him but acts like he doesn’t know what Ryoma thinks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He did it,\" Nakahara murmurs finally, voice low. \"He finally pulled a counter, something the old Ryohei would never do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma nods once. \"Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long silence stretches between them. Beyond the closed door, the roar of the crowd seeps in, faint and uneven, like a heartbeat fading through layers of concrete and distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma exhales through his nose, gaze fixed on the screen where Ryohei disappears into the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turns toward the door and waits for them to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he doesn’t know what he’ll say when Ryohei walks back through that door,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whether to congratulate him, tease him, or just stand there in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because somehow, after that confession, a victory feels heavier than a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the door finally swings open, and laughter spills in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenta and Hiroshi stumble in first, cracking jokes about Ryohei’s insane gamble, still buzzing from the adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I swear, man,\" Kenta laughs, clapping Ryohei on the shoulder, \"you looked like you’d given up, and then bam! You turned him into a statue!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" Hiroshi adds, grinning wide, \"that counter’s going viral before the night ends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakahara welcomes him, his face split between pride and disbelief. \"You’ve got some nerve, Son. That was one hell of a risk to take. I’ve seen fighters freeze at less.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryohei lifts his head, the exhaustion etched deep on his face, and manages a small shrug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honestly... I thought it was over,\" he admits quietly. \"Couldn’t bait that brat into swinging wild. I was ready to just hold the lead. But then he taunted me, and I saw it. Guess I got lucky.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then Ryoma finally speaks. His voice is calm, even, but there’s a gravity in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" he says. \"That wasn’t luck. That was a calculated counter. You read him, adjusted, and executed it mid-fight. That’s not luck. That’s awareness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryohei looks at him, eyes flickering with something unreadable. He doesn’t reply, just looks away, breathing slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma takes the silence for rejection, and the others sense it too. The air in the room stiffens, the laughter fading into something awkward and thin.\u003C\u002Fp>",1244,"2026-06-02T11:09:26.935Z",1,"novelbin.me","46b6d45b50c82c1a29acc76f349b24fb89299ad5437dbf9accfba50585820712","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-235","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-233",762,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-cover.jpg"]