[{"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-286":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},730440,969,"Chapter 286: From Fading Cheer to Funeral Drums","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-286",286,"\u003Cp>The Cruel King Army is still roaring \"Aniki-Oni! Aniki-Oni!\" when Moriyama rises from his seat. He doesn’t join them, simply stands and turns away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife blinks in confusion. \"Dear... where are you going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Home,\" he says, bored, almost dismissive. \"We saw what we came to see. No reason to stay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Izumi jerks up in his seat. \"Dad... wait! It’s the main event after this. Ryoma’s fight! Everyone’s here to watch him. Can’t we stay a little longer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moriyama doesn’t answer. He just walks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Izumi and his mother hesitate. And then, reluctantly, they follow him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Kenta’s left the ring and currently walks down the aisle. He’s exhausted but steady, drinking in the last of the arena’s fading cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he reaches the hallway, he turns to the seats where Izumi had been. But there he sees them already leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He catches a glimpse; his mother’s apologetic look, Izumi waving desperately, and his father, who meets Kenta’s eyes for one brief second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moriyama’s eyes are cold, unmoved, completely uninterested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relief Kenta felt moments ago evaporates. He wins, yet his chest tightens as if he lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Izumi calls out, \"Ni-chan! We’re going home now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother adds a soft, \"Good job, Son!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenta forces a smile, nods, and then turns away. By the time he steps into the corridor, the smile has completely vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Kenta steps into the locker room, Murakami’s camp bursts into applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good work out there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Way to grind it out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You survived that hell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise is warm, loud, and full of relief. Kenta tries to smile, but it barely forms. His eyes stay dim, shoulders slumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma notices instantly. He looks up from his wraps, smirks, and calls out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s with that face? You look like you’re apologizing for making me wait too long.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenta exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. \"...Sorry. I was lucky just to win it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma scoffs and rises to his feet, rolling his shoulders before slipping into a light shadowbox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t mind it. You won. That’s enough. Leave the fireworks for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenta forces a small nod as Hiroshi and Sera pull him aside to cool him down. Nakahara, meanwhile, steps away and joins Ryoma, watching the slow, controlled arcs of his punches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma keeps shadowboxing, silent but sharp, each motion coiled with intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of observation, Nakahara finally speaks in a low, steady voice. \"Your opponent tonight... twenty-six fights on record. Eighteen wins by knockout.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s punches don’t slow. He’s not stopping, but still listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That alone tells you everything,\" Nakahara continues. \"He’s got dangerous power, a tight rhythm, no wasted motion. His rotation is clean. The kind of guy who can fire three, four shots in a single second if you give him the window.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s eyes narrow, footwork shifting subtly, already adjusting to the warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakahara adds, \"Respect his hands. Break his timing early. If you let him set the cadence, even you will feel it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma doesn’t answer, doesn’t need to. He’s already built his plan, every angle chosen, every rhythm mapped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now all that’s left is sharpening his focus, punch by punch, slicing through the empty air with growing precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, a staffer pokes his head in. \"Masuda’s heading into the hall. You’ve got five minutes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakahara gives Sera and Hiroshi a small nod. And they move at once, preparing water bottles, the ice pack, the Vaseline, the towels, every tool a corner might need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of the bustle touches Ryoma’s concentration. His shadowboxing continues, crisp and unbroken, breath steady, gaze fixed on some invisible opponent only he can see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Masuda Kokushi makes his walk down the aisle, the spotlight trailing him in a wash of bright color. A familiar guitar riff bursts through the speakers, sharp, upbeat, and almost theatrical, followed by a chorus that hits like an anthem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s the same entrance his camp uses every fight. A theme song built to hype the crowd, loud enough to feel in the chest, flashy enough to make every fan jump to their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s something straight out of a wrestling arena, catchy and dramatic, designed to make Masuda look larger than life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it works. The crowd erupts the moment the hook drops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Masudaaa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Show him the true face of the KO King!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Masuda walks in with calm confidence, hands loose at his sides, chin high. He doesn’t dance or swagger. he simply lets the music do the work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights trail him, strobes pulsing in perfect time with the anthem. Even at a Nakahara-hosted event, his fans roar like they own the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Win tonight’s fight with another finish!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Show that cocky brat how dangerous Japanese boxing really is!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make him regret every word he said!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... make him regret being born in the same era as you, Masuda!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Masuda acknowledges the noise. He lifts a hand slightly, just enough to let the arena know he hears them, accepts them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initially, this fight was supposed to be simple business: a paycheck, a showcase, nothing personal. But after what Ryoma said at the press conference, now Masuda has a reason to treat this bout like something closer to a holy war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not just to defend his own dignity, but to honor the contenders Ryoma dismissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And many of those contenders are here tonight. Amongst them, sit side by side in the lower reserved seats; Hisashi Murai, ranked number one, and Harada Tanimoto, ranked number three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Masuda better end that kid’s career,\" Harada mutters, voice laces with contempt, \"before his mouth goes too far.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murai snorts, waving a hand. \"Even if he doesn’t, I will. Kinda regret not accepting the brat’s challenge now. I’d have shut him up myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both fall silent again, watching Masuda climb the steps with a quiet, lethal purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the arena lights dim to black. A hush rolls through the stands as the door to the red-corner hallway slowly swings open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spotlight snaps toward it. And Ryoma stands there, hood drawn low, wrapped in a simple robe, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Masuda’s booming entrance, no music plays this time, no drums either, no fanfare, only the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lingers there longer than anyone expects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And whispers spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s he doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did something happen backstage?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the commentators sound thrown off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh... folks, Ryoma Takeda is... here. But, wait... Is this part of the plan?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... I don’t know. Maybe there’s a delay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, their confusion dies instantly as a lone trumpet cuts through the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PAAAAA–PA,PA,PAP—PAAAAAAAAAA!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PAAAAA–PA,PA,PAP—PAAAAAAAAAA!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing, solemn call, like the opening of a classic battle requiem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes whip toward the source: a single girl at the very top row of the Cruel King Army’s main east-side legion, lifting the trumpet with both hands like an offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then Ryoma moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He begins walking forward, each step in sync with a slow, heavy drumbeat that rises behind him, played not by speakers, but by the Cruel King Army themselves, marching behind him like pallbearers at a grim procession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They don’t chanting his name this time, no roaring cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front of the formation, their general, Kenji Matsuda, lifts the Cruel King Army war banner straight into the air, held aloft, absolutely still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s as if they were escorting a king into a funeral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This... this is intense,\" one commentator says, voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It feels like a ritual,\" another one whispers. \"A march to execution, maybe. I don’t know if I should be hyped or terrified.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the contenders who came to mock him feel the shift. They still smirk, still showing contempt with their sour faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they can’t deny the weight of the atmosphere Ryoma drags in with him.\u003C\u002Fp>",1295,"2026-06-02T11:09:26.935Z",1,"novelbin.me","e68969b0c846f3fc5be5252479ba24d93150416bf3a74b2ac647e1eb73419f19","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-287","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-285",762,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-cover.jpg"]