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.

Once the cabin doors open, fatigue pours out with the passengers.


Ryoma steps off the plane and immediately feels it; legs heavy, lower back stiff, a dull pressure lingering behind his eyes.


The floor feels unfamiliar, subtly unsteady, like his sense of balance hasn't quite caught up yet. He adjusts the strap of his bag and keeps moving, expression composed.


Behind him, Kenta lets out a long miserable groan. "My hips are ruined," he mutters, rolling his shoulders. "I trained for months just to be crippled by a chair."


Aramaki squints against the terminal lights, rubbing at his neck. "I think my spine shortened," he says flatly. "Is that permanent?"


Hiroshi doesn't reply. He's busy stretching his calves mid-walk, face tight with discomfort. "I swear my circulation stopped somewhere over the ocean."


Chapter 423 - Foreign Ground