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.
And to prove to the woman who left… that she let go of someone she’ll never replace.

But boxing isn't just a sport. It's war of bodies, of minds, of hearts.

And Ryoma Takeda is done losing.

On his way back from the gym, Ryoma swings by Shimizu's soba shop. The old man already has two bowls packed, paper bags steaming at the counter.


"On the house," Shimizu says, sliding them over. "I liked that line you gave the magazine. 'Shimizu's broth keeps me standing.' Sounded cool. Brought in a few customers already."


Ryoma scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I'm not that popular yet. Doubt it made much difference."


Shimizu chuckles, waving him off. "Kid, don't argue with free food. Just keep winning, and I'll keep boiling noodles."


With the bags tucked under his arm, Ryoma heads not home but to his mother's barbershop.


The chairs are empty at the moment, scissors resting on the counter, the place too quiet for the late afternoon.


"Thought you'd be hungry," Ryoma says, setting the food down.


Fumiko eyes him, feigning suspicion. "You sure it's not charity? Bringing pity noodles to your poor mother?"


Chapter 65 - When the Corner Is Empty