[{"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-373":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},730677,969,"Chapter 373: Stealing Tricks? No, Stealing Tempo","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-373",373,"\u003Cp>The referee waves both corners clear, voice firm, signaling the end of the break and the start of round two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trainers step back together, stools whisked away, bottles lowered, hands off shoulders, leaving the canvas open and quiet again bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As both fighters loosening their arms, a low murmur rolls through the arena, anticipation tightening as thousands lean forward in their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Round one favored Ramos on activity,\" one commentator says. \"But Ryoma’s reads changed late. If that pressure returns, we’ll see answers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yup...\" the other one nods. \"Either Ramos turns it up, or Ryoma drags him into deeper water. Second round will tell who blinks first tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bell rings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both fighters step out at once, feet light, eyes sharp. They drift toward the center, not rushing, not yielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle of the ring offers space, angles, control. But right now, avoiding a mistake matters more than claiming territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stop a few paces apart and set their stances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma settles first. The Philly Shell is gone. He stands orthodox now, mid-range. His rear foot locks into place while the lead foot slides in a narrow lane, back and forth like a small pendulum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stance isn’t wide, almost neutral, balanced. Shoulders loose. Gloves hang just below chest level, swaying subtly in time with his lead foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos halts and squares up as well, but his eyes linger on Ryoma’s posture. He recognizes it immediately. The same frame Kenta used last fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A casual smile tugs at his mouth. \"Dropping the shell already?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma lifts an eyebrow. \"Crowd’s bored. And I’m bored too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos glances sideways at the arena. \"Now that you mention it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Virgil calls out from the red corner. \"Ramos! Where the hell are looking at?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma sees the opening, and seizes it immediately; a compact one-two snaps out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos reacts just in time, gloves flashing up as he steps back once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug. Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there’s no surprise on his face. He simply resumes the conversation like nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They do look bored,\" he says. \"Why not make some noise?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tightens his rhythm, and steps half an inch forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then three straight punches fire from mid-range, spearing and rigid, the tempo compressed and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma slides his lead foot back slightly, gloves jutting forward just enough to be touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug. Dug. Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifts left, changes the angle, and the pendulum returns; only the lead foot sliding, shoulders loose, gloves swaying lazily in front of his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos follows, adjusts, bounces once, and throws the same three-punch spear. Again, Ryoma gives ground just pulling his lead foot just half a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s almost squaring up now, but gloves still offered forward, inviting contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug. Dug. Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Ramos, he’s still in range. So he doesn’t think about pushing deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he doesn’t fully realize is that Ryoma is already blurring the distance, reshaping the range to erase his disadvantage inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pendulum stays subtle; shoulders loose, gloves swaying lazily to blur the true distance between his head and Ramos’ reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he keeps baiting him to step deeper. \"That’s hardly enough to make any noise,\" he says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos’ eyes narrow slightly. He isn’t green enough to miss what Ryoma is doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sidesteps, small and cautious, eyes tracking the lazy sway of Ryoma’s gloves. He knows the distance is being blurred, the true range disguised by rhythm and illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But knowing it doesn’t solve it. Without a clean read, his reach advantage starts slipping. Step too deep, and Ryoma can touch him. Stay too shallow, and he’s just punching gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the booth, a commentator picks it up, almost lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This fight’s gone quiet all of a sudden. Not much punches thrown... just words.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if on cues, Ryoma changes the pattern. His pendulum widens. Both feet move now, still subtle, back and forth in a tight pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re taking too long...\" he says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Soviet rhythm reveals itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma slides forward deeper, still swaying. The first left floats out; lazy, half-hearted, falling short on purpose. Ramos reacts anyway, tightening his right guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second jab snaps fully, and a right straight follows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug. Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ryoma slides back out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos doesn’t linger. He sidesteps to change the angle, but Ryoma adjusts smoothly, never breaking rhythm, and slides in again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same cadence; Lazy first jab. Then the sharp jab and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug. Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocked again, but this time Ramos fires back with a sharp hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma simply slides away, letting it carve air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pattern repeats. Ryoma doesn’t rush, keeps the same steady beat, letting Ramos get comfortable reading it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three cycles pass. Each time Ryoma steps in, Ramos answers with a hook; reacting instead of pressing, forgetting his trademark barrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the fourth cycle, Ryoma changes it. He slides forward only half a step, hesitates, right shoulder brushing close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos twitches, caught between firing back or waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma doesn’t pendulum forward this time. Instead, only the lead foot slides, and his stance shifts smoothly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whsst!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker snaps out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos blinks and raises his glove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the two-beat flicker comes alive. The left veers sideways without retreating, snaps back, and then reverse to the Detroit Piston jab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dsh!Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first slaps Ramos’ cheek, the piston on hit the glove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ryoma steps in with the rear foot, and drives in a right straight to midsection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slides out, but only briefly, and slides half-step in again. Two-beat flicker jabs. Reverse Detroit Piston. Rear foot forward, and a straight to midsection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug.Dsh!Dug.Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same cadence. Same targets. Soviet rhythm fused with the two-beat flicker smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos can only tighten his guard in the middle, absorbing two slaps to the cheek and two clean body shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There it is,\" a commentator says. \"Ryoma’s found a pattern... and Ramos is stuck answering it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma settles back to safe range. The pendulum shrinks again. Rear foot locked. Lead foot swaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looks at Ramos, inviting. \"You should stop holding back now, before you regret it later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos’ eyebrow twitches. He takes the provocation for what it is; teasing from someone who makes a habit of stealing other people’s weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wants to stay restrained. It’s too early to let Ryoma read his timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma has been stacking clean blows for too long now. And Ramos’ hesitation lingers; no longer by choice, but from confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up in the press seats, Sato leans forward, eyes narrowing. \"You see it?\" he murmurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenta nods slowly. \"Yeah. Ramos isn’t fighting his own fight anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For almost two minutes, Ramos hasn’t pressed his opponent with his trademark tight barrages. The nonstop pressure is gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he’s been answering, adjusting, and waiting, reacting to Ryoma’s sway rather than imposing his own rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s been pulled in,\" Sato says. \"That slow cadence... it’s lulling him. Hypnotizing him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenta exhales. \"Ryoma’s not just stealing exchanges. He’s stealing the pace. Smart kid. He makes Ramos simply forgot to throw.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aki blinks, eyes drifting between the two veterans as their words sink in only halfway. She looks back to the ring, then to them again, searching for something more obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos is still there, still upright, still composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she can’t quite grasp why he’s gone so quiet, why the pressure everyone expects just... isn’t coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below them, Ryoma continues to sway lazily while Ramos stands in front of him, caught between timing and hesitation, fighting a rhythm that no longer belongs to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ramos won’t be provoked into revealing his true tight barrage, then he’ll be dragged into this slower cadence instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One way or another, the fight is drifting, quietly and deliberately, exactly where Ryoma planned it to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know,\"Ryoma replies in his mind.\"It’s still part of my plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, yeah... Our plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1300,"2026-06-02T11:09:26.935Z",1,"novelbin.me","53724d2bfd1e99d7f97a3405748913e93ac6ddb6e352b7488e7c5196aa2c328e","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-374","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-372",762,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-cover.jpg"]