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.

Ryoma glances back at the exact moment the dog launches at him, jaws wide, saliva trailing behind like a pale thread.


Aramaki shouts for him to stay still, to calm down, but the warning barely reaches Ryoma; the world has already narrowed into something colder and strangely quiet.


It's either flight or fight now. And the system slips across his vision like a thin layer of frost.


Options: Run (Low success) | Counter (High success)


As the warning texts flash across his vision, another presence slips in beneath it, not visual, not displayed, but breathed directly into his thoughts with an unsettling clarity.


<< Neutralize it. Show no mercy. Survival is won by those who act first. >>


It isn't loud or forceful; it carries itself like a suggestion delivered by someone standing just behind his shoulder.


Chapter 317 - No Room For Softness