The first round has begun, and Ryoma eyes stay fixed on the ring. He's studying Serrano, how much he's changed since their fight.
And yes, the change is real. Not just in mannerism, but in the way he fights.
"His jabs…" Ryoma murmurs. "He finally learned some basics, huh?"
Aramaki chuckles. "Yeah? Guess he listened to your free lecture."
Ryoma's gaze stays on the ring. "If he keeps this rhythm, he's not winning tonight."
Down in the ring, Serrano looks more disciplined now. Sadly, he's too focused on proving a point, trying to show the world he can box properly.
He bounces lightly on his toes, keeping range with the jabs he's drilled for weeks. It's neat, but predictable. The chaos that once made him dangerous is gone.
His punches still carry weight, but they come in straight lines now, easy to read. And talking about the fundamentals, he can't compare to Hiroyuki, who's lived and breathed the basics for years.
