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.
To fulfill the hopes of those who refused to give up on him.
And to finally become the man they always believed he could be.

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

And Ryoma Takeda is done losing.

Ryohei pauses mid-step, glancing back, seems curious by Ryoma's words. But Kenta claps him on the shoulder, inviting him to leave.


Ryohei, still looking unsure, nods and stars to the exit. The two follow their coaches out.


But once they steps into the aisle, the sound suddenly hits them, deep, rhythmic, impossible to ignore.


Then a rolling thunder of drumbeats fills the hall, followed by a chant that shakes the air itself.


Down the aisle, Ryohei himself stands frozen, his eyes wide. The noise swallows him whole.


Kenta leans close. "What's going on here?"


Sera glances between them. "You didn't expect this?"


Hiroshi can't help a dry laugh. "Ryohei hasn't fought in over a year. Even back when Shimamura was still here, we never had support like this. This is… this is Ryoma-level stuff."


Chapter 228 - The Cruel King's Army