Hanazawa's vision turns white, just for a heartbeat.
The ring disappears, sound collapses into a dull pressure, and Hanazawa feels his balance float, untethered from the canvas.
"What… was that?"
He couldn't clearly recall what hit him. And there's no time to finish the thought as a hook crashes into his right cheek.
DSH!
His head whips left, neck snapping tight as his feet scrape to recover.
Another hook is already coming from the opposite side. Hanazawa reacts on instinct. His gloves come up wide, late, catching the punch only halfway.
Leather still slaps against his forearm, but the knuckles still sneak through, clipping the left side of his head.
Thud!
His jaw clenches. The shock rings, sharp and close.
Hanazawa retreats a half-step and resets, muscle memory taking over before confusion can settle in.
His spine bows forward again, posture dropping low. The guard tightens, elbows cinching in, chin buried.
