Ryoma Takeda was once a rising star in the ring, an Interhigh champion, a golden boy with fists of promise. But one bitter loss on his pro debut shattered his confidence. A freak accident soon after stole his leg.

His career vanished. His fiancée left him. And all he had left were reruns of that one damn fight… and a hundred different regrets.

Then, just as he hits rock bottom, fate does the unthinkable. He wakes up ten years in the past, on the very night of his first professional match.

But this time, something’s different.

[System Initialized: Vision Grid Active]
“Your eyes see the truth beneath motion. Use it well.”

Armed with the Vision Grid System, a combat-assist module that turns his visual perception into tactical mastery, Ryoma now has a second chance.

To fix his mistakes.
To chase the career he lost.
To protect the mother he failed.
And to prove to the woman who left… that she let go of someone she’ll never replace.

But boxing isn't just a sport. It's war of bodies, of minds, of hearts.

And Ryoma Takeda is done losing.

The gym spits Ryoma out like chewed meat. His legs drag across the pavement, sweat still soaking his hoodie, the taste of iron and bile sticking in his mouth.


Every muscle feels so hollow now, as if someone scooped the strength out of him and left only the shell.


The Vision Grid pings again, its tone flat, merciless.


Ryoma exhales hard, almost laughing. "Unstable? No shit."


Even the air feels heavy as he leaves the gym. He takes slow uneven strides, one foot in front of the other like a drunk staggering home. His stomach claws at him, empty for hours, and the rationed sips of water only make his tongue stickier.


The city hums faintly around him, it all seems blurred, muffled, like sound underwater. Every step sends his vision dipping, spots flashing. His fists twitch at his sides out of habit, but trembling. Even a gust of wind nearly unbalances him.


Chapter 125 - The Prodigy Kneels