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VISION GRID SYSTEM: THE COMEBACK OF RYOMA TAKEDA

Chapter 58: Clash Outside the Ring · Nov 03, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: The Trap Within Sight 2026-11-03
52 Chapter 52: No Corner to Lean On 2026-11-03
53 Chapter 53: The Third Round Gamble 2026-11-03
54 Chapter 54: Just Me, and My Boxing 2026-11-03
55 Chapter 55: Borrowed Time 2026-11-03
56 Chapter 56: Trading Madness 2026-11-03
57 Chapter 57: The Weight of A Fist 2026-11-03
58 Chapter 58: Clash Outside the Ring 2026-11-03
59 Chapter 59: An Offer That Remains 2026-11-03
60 Chapter 60: The Craziest Idea 2026-11-03
61 Chapter 61: Out of Sync 2026-11-03
62 Chapter 62: The Gym That Draws Flies 2026-11-03
63 Chapter 63: The Jab That Must Speak 2026-11-03
64 Chapter 64: Nakahara’s Joy 2026-11-03
65 Chapter 65: When the Corner Is Empty 2026-11-03
66 Chapter 66: Aniki’s Lesson 2026-11-03
67 Chapter 67: Dreams That Don’t Return 2026-11-03
68 Chapter 68: Second Chance, Stolen 2026-11-03
69 Chapter 69: Two Worlds in One Room 2026-11-03
70 Chapter 70: Masks and Memories 2026-11-03
71 Chapter 71: Between Pride and Pain 2026-11-03
72 Chapter 72: The Weight of Ego 2026-11-03
73 Chapter 73: A Boxer Who Never Stops Learning 2026-11-03
74 Chapter 74: Imitation Into Mastery 2026-11-03
75 Chapter 75: The Side I Don’t Want You to See 2026-11-03
76 Chapter 76: Malice and Promised Damage 2026-11-03
77 Chapter 77: Stolen Legacy 2026-11-03
78 Chapter 78: A Perfect Copy 2026-11-03
79 Chapter 79: The Counter That Never Comes 2026-11-03
80 Chapter 80: The Reach That Shouldn’t Be 2026-11-03
81 Chapter 81: The Stolen Weapons 2026-11-03
82 Chapter 82: Erupting Point 2026-11-03
83 Chapter 83: No Respect, Only Hatred 2026-11-03
84 Chapter 84: When Pride Starts to Break 2026-11-03
85 Chapter 85: Every Punch a Reminder 2026-11-03
86 Chapter 86: A King Without Mercy 2026-11-03
87 Chapter 87: The Reason That Started Everything 2026-11-03
88 Chapter 88: Born in the Pit 2026-11-03
89 Chapter 89: Beyond the Flicker 2026-11-03
90 Chapter 90: Built from the Ground Up 2026-11-03
91 Chapter 91: Invisible Behind the Ring’s Shadow 2026-11-03
92 Chapter 92: From Letters to Speech 2026-11-03
93 Chapter 93: The Hidden Corner Man 2026-11-03
94 Chapter 94: The Fabricated Promise 2026-11-03
95 Chapter 95: The Veteran’s Measure 2026-11-03
96 Chapter 96: Heavhy Left 2026-11-03
97 Chapter 97: Rivals Under the Same Roof 2026-11-03
98 Chapter 98: Built Different 2026-11-03
99 Chapter 99: Fuel For the Semifinal 2026-11-03
100 Chapter 100: Wild Gift vs Crafted Skill 2026-11-03

Outwardly, he looks stubborn, maybe even reckless, the same Ryoma everyone knows. But inside, it’s different.

He once told himself this tournament was only for small fry. That it wasn’t worth his time. But then Aramaki bled for every second of their fight and made a liar out of him.

Walking away now would feel like spitting on that effort, on the fire Aramaki carried into the ring.

His right knuckle’s still throbbing, each pulse like a drumbeat, daring him to admit he’s finished. But…

“Sorry, Coach,” Ryoma says at last, dragging Nakahara’s attention back to him. His voice is hoarse but steady. “I can’t stop here.”

Hiroshi lets out a short, dry laugh. “Didn’t you say that what you’re after is way down the road, not here?”

“I did.” Ryoma nods once. “But if I throw the next fight… then tonight was just a wasted pain.”

He glances at Hiroshi, and then turns to Nakahara, lifting his chin. His face is bruised, but his eyes hard, a stubborn fire burning in them.

“I took Aramaki’s dream from him. Now I have to carry it. I won’t drop it halfway.”

Nakahara doesn’t answer, his silence hangs heavy in the room. The question isn’t whether Ryoma wants to keep going. It’s whether he can carry it on, with a right hand that might already be broken.

After a moment in deep thought, Nakahara crouches in front of Ryoma again, trying to gather the right words, something that might cut through his boxer’s stubbornness.

His mouth opens, but suddenly, a knock comes at the door. The sound is soft, almost polite, but it lands like an intrusion.

Nakahara’s brow twitches, irritation sparking hot in his eyes as he snaps his head toward the noise.

“I said fuck off!” he shouts, voice ragged with exhaustion and anger. “Didn’t I tell you to leave us alone?”

It’s the kind of irritation you get from journalists who won’t quit, especially ridiculous when you’re not even that popular yet.

For a beat there’s silence, and then a hesitant voice replies.

“Um… Coach! It’s us!”

The heat drains from Nakahara’s face. That’s clearly Kenta’s voice.

In that instant, the words Nakahara meant for Ryoma vanish unspoken. With a weary sigh he straightens, and trudges to the door.

When he opens it, Kenta stands there with his phone raised proudly like a trophy. Okabe and Ryohei flank him, while further back Aki and Reika linger in the corridor, uncertain whether they belong here.

“As ordered, I recorded Kanzaki’s fight against Kurobane,” Kenta says brightly, waving his phone with a grin

But soon, the grin in his face falters. His eyes drift past Nakahara toward the dim room behind him.

“So… how’s Ryoma? Is he okay?”

Nakahara doesn’t answer. But his expression tells everything, grim and unrest. He steps aside to let his boxers in, but his arm blocks the doorway when Aki and Reika attempt to follow.

“Not today,” he says, his tone even but unyielding. “We’re not ready for interviews. Our gym is always open for you, but not this door. Not right now.”

Aki hesitates. Her eyes flicker past him, just for a moment, catching the shape of Ryoma hunched on the bench, and Hiroshi bent over him, the steady drip of melting ice onto the floor.

That glimpse tells her everything, and she understands well enough. Hence, she bows deeply, murmurs her understanding, and stays bowed until Nakahara closes the door in silence.

For a moment she remains still, staring at the frame. Even that sliver of a scene inside confirms it.

“Can’t help it,” she says, turning to Reika with a shrug. “He must’ve really hurt his fist back there, and it’s reasonable they want to hide it for now.”

Reika lingers beside her, gaze locked on the same door, eyes narrowing. She saw enough too, Ryoma’s grimace in the ring, his faltering strikes, and now this protective silence from the gym.

The picture is clear. And slowly, a smile curves her lips, as if a suspicion has just been confirmed: Ryoma wasn’t running away like a coward. He was just badly injured, yet kept fighting to the end.

***

Before they finally leave, movement down the corridor catches Reika’s eyes. It’s Kaede, approaching with Aemi at her side, while two other coworkers wait at the end of the corridor.

At once Reika straightens, her posture deliberate, one hand on her hip, chin lifted in the faintest tilt of challenge. She waits, poised, as the two draw near.

“You’re here to see Ryoma too?” she asks, her voice smooth but sharpened underneath.

Kaede halts, caught off guard by the bluntness. “Y-yes,” she replies, dipping her head slightly, her tone cautious.

Reika studies her own polished nails with careful indifference, filing an invisible edge, her gaze never once lifting toward Kaede.

“Sorry,” she says. “Coach Nakahara left this to us. No one gets through.”

Aki frowns, puzzled. Nakahara hadn’t said exactly that, though his tone earlier did carry the same weight. She can’t call it a lie, but she knows Reika is twisting the truth to her own ends.

“You watched the fight, didn’t you?” Reika presses forward. “You must have seen how badly he struggled. Right now he needs quiet, not visitors. Surely you understand.”

Kaede’s mouth tightens. She doesn’t like the implication, that she, of all people, needs to be reminded of Ryoma’s needs. Still, she controls her expression, bowing stiffly.

“I understand,” she says. “Please tell him Kaede Hayama was here.”

When she straightens, she doesn’t move away at once. Her eyes hold Reika’s, steady and unblinking, a silent clash of wills. Neither girl looks away, the air between them strung taut like a wire.

“Come, Aemi. We’re leaving.”

She says that, but still not turning away, as if there’s still an unspoken message yet to be delivered.

Aemi pouts openly. “That’s so unfair. I wanted a picture with your boyfriend. I just know he’s going to be popular soon, and then we’ll never get another chance.”

Kaede’s answer comes quick, sharper than she intends. “Don’t worry. My bond with him is stronger than you think.”

The words are aimed at Aemi, but they hit Reika squarely, like a blade laid across the air between them.

Only after that declaration does Kaede turn and stride away, her heels clicking. Aemi follows reluctantly behind, gaze shifting back and forth between Reika and Kaede.

Then she leans close, whispering as they go. “Hey, Kaede… who was that girl?”

Kaede doesn’t look back. Only her shoulders lift faintly in a shrug, her gaze locked forward, her face arranged in calm detachment.

“Just… no one,” she says.

But the lie is thin. Inside, unease coils tight in her chest, the kind of unease you feel when you leave something precious unguarded, knowing someone else has already set their eyes on it.

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