[{"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-243":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},730347,969,"Chapter 243: The Illusion of Control","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-243",243,"\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the red corner is a rush of controlled urgency. The cutmen work over Sekino with efficient motions; pressing the enswell to the swelling on his left temple, wiping the sweat that keeps streaking down his face, smoothing a fresh layer of Vaseline over his brow and cheekbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing still hasn’t settled. Before, after the third round, he calmed within seconds. Now, even halfway through the break, his chest is still rising and falling unevenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuichi stands close, eyes locked on Sekino with a tightening frustration. This wasn’t how the fight was supposed to look, not at the fourth round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glances across the ring at Ryoma’s corner, at the calm movements, at the ease in the kid’s posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Yuichi’s frustration sharpens. \"Damn it... look at him. He’s barely even breathing hard. Meanwhile...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes drop to Sekino’s shoulders, rising and falling heavier than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...you’re taking more damage than he is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuichi drags a hand through his hair, the irritation boiling through every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We planned to drain him. Break his rhythm, break his legs, break his stamina... but right now it feels like we’re the ones getting drained.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shakes his head, voice tightening as if trying to force control back into a fight slipping from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t even see the next adjustment. Every time we try something, he’s already a step ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiki watches it all unfolded, the doubt clawing at Yuichi, the fatigue dragging on Sekino. Then he cuts in before the corner breaks apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t start panicking now,\" he finally says, steady and clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuichi stiffens but doesn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiki continues, firmer. \"Everything’s still in play. Sekino doesn’t rely on smooth footwork, so those body shots aren’t killing his pace. We knew a fight against that kid meant getting hurt. That’s why we trained him to take punishment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino’s breath finally steadies a little, still rough, but more controlled. Shiki leans closer, making sure his words land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stick with the plan. The work you put into his core, every punch you’ve driven in, and all the stamina he spent, it will show eventually. Don’t doubt it now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino lifts his chin slightly, meeting Shiki’s eyes with a flicker of renewed focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Shiki nods. \"Stay with it. Trust what we came here to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corners clear, stools pulled away, and the arena seems to inhale as both fighters rise for the coming round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino stands still in his place, feet set, shoulders squared, posture steady and composed. There’s no wasted motion, no bounce, no show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma, on the other side, is already moving. Light on his toes. Loose shoulders. A soft, rhythmic dance as if shaking off tension, warming his engine, or letting the rhythm carry him before the bell even rings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the crowd senses it instantly. The energy in the arena tightens, ready to snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of cheers surges from the stands. Some rise to their feet, expecting the same fireworks they saw in the fourth round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From ringside, the commentators pick up the contrast like a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at this... Ryoma’s already bouncing. He hasn’t even waited for the bell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Sekino... standing perfectly still. No shift, no warm-up steps. That’s a huge difference in energy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One man keeping the rhythm alive, one man conserving everything he has. You have to wonder which approach wins out in this round.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step Ryoma takes draws eyes, effortless, confident, and looks almost playful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why wouldn’t he be? He’d watched Yuichi’s gestures and lips during the break, read their mood with cold clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re desperate...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bell for the fifth round finally rings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino claims the center again, left hand hanging low, shoulders squared, a posture that screams offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma circles sideways, footwork loosening even further, his movement smoothing into a light flowing dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few seconds of probing, the attrition of lefts sparks the air: Sekino’s flickers anchored in the center versus Ryoma’s textbook jabs orbiting around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For nearly half a minute, nothing lands clean, just gloves cutting air, leather brushing leather, blocks, rolls, and slips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino holds his ground behind the Philly Shell. And Ryoma slips in and out with effortless speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, after shifting his stance and tossing out a few stiff jabs, Sekino begins to pour on the pressure, stepping in deeper, narrowing the distance, mixing sharp crosses and hooks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma could run with his legs... but he doesn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raises his guard instead, lets the punches crash onto his arms, angling each block to deflect to the side while taking a step away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the crowd, it looks brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s arms jolt with every impact, and Sekino’s fans erupt at the force behind each blow. The noise swells into a wave of raw voices:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep the pressure on him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Break that cocky brat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t let him run... make that coward remember who you are, Sekino!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the commentators chime in, carried by the surge:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a sharp hook... One clean punch from Sekino could fold anyone in this division!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And he’s letting his hands go now. Ryoma can’t afford to stay there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the crowd, it looks like Sekino is finally breaking through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of them realize Ryoma is letting this happen. He redirects every punch, never taking them head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s a lure, a crafted illusion to make Sekino feel he’s breaking through, inching closer with each heavy shot. It’s a fake sense of progress, engineered just to keep him throwing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, at one moment, Ryoma lets a hook only brush his glove, before pulling his arm back as he steps away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino surges forward on his own momentum, his glove slicing empty air, balance faltering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma shifts his lead foot forward and...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dsh! Dsh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A razor one-two snaps flush into Sekino’s face, sharp and sudden. And the entire crowd sucks in a collective gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino fires a cross in anger, but Ryoma is already gone, sliding sideways, circling effortlessly to the other end of the ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino wheels around, fury blazing in his eyes. And the same rhythm loops again, almost deceptively identical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charges in with heavy pressure. Ryoma cuts him in the center with a few jabs. And Sekino starts mixing the \"devastating\" crosses and hooks in, eager to weaken his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, Ryoma absorbs them on angled blocks, lets the punches glance off, gives just enough resistance to feel real... then slips the leash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dsh, dhs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another razor one-two snaps across Sekino’s face, sharp and clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Sekino fires another body blow, Ryoma is already gone, sliding to the opposite side of the ring, light on his toes, untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuichi looks even more furious than Sekino, shouting over the ropes with raw frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t let him breathe! Don’t let that brat run!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beside him, Mita Shiki has already pieced together what everyone else misses. He’s seen the shifts, the angles, the bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino isn’t hunting. He is being led.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Shiki keeps quiet out of respect for Yuichi’s lead... until he sees the rage twisting Sekino’s face, the reckless chase about to begin again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sekino!\" He finally calls out, sharp and controlled. \"Calm down! Don’t chase blindly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekino hesitates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re letting him fool you,\" Shiki warns. \"Stop playing into his hands. You are not landing anything. He’s making you waste your punches by directing them away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that’s when it hits. A collective snap of realization floods the arena; a gasp, a murmur, a ripple of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on... HOLD ON,\" a commentator exclaims, half laughing, half stunned. \"Could it be... Ah, man... This isn’t Sekino cornering him. This is Ryoma baiting him! He’s making him charge!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly... He turned him into a bull,\" the other says, breathless. \"And the kid’s playing the damn matador. We all fell for it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupts in a confused electric mix of awe and shock, realizing they’ve been watching a carefully crafted illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>",1321,"2026-06-02T11:09:26.935Z",1,"novelbin.me","0bd982b33738960c281e4d350a0d349280f23fed3011a53229546dc0a7f12740","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-244","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-242",762,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-cover.jpg"]