Ryoma steadies his breathing, still trying to make sense of what just happened. He always thought he knew a lot about boxing.
But this? The timing of an opponent's breath?
It makes him feel almost embarrassingly small, as if he'd overlooked a door that had always been there.
Nakahara speaks again, calm but pointed. "Everyone praises body shots, but the diaphragm is the real weak point. And an infighter has the advantage… you're close enough to hear their breath, see their chest rise. You can follow their breathing rhythm. Read it, and time it."
Ryoma's brows lift. Instantly he imagines using his Vision Grid to track that movement, to read the inhalation window down to a fraction of a second.
"Hit them when they're inhaling," Nakahara says. "Right in that moment, and you don't just hurt them. You take their air. You break their rhythm. Control their breathing…" His finger taps the center of his own chest. "…and you control the fight."
