As the round goes on, something begins to shift. Ryoma's movements, once erratic and unpredictable, start to fall into a pattern.
His steps grow steadier, his slips and parries tighter, each motion unconsciously echoing the tempo of Elliot's pendulum rhythm.
His eyes never leave Elliot's shoulders, tracking the subtle sway, the rise and fall of the lead hand. His reactions sharpen, but in doing so, his timing begins to mirror Elliot's beat.
Every time Elliot bounces forward, Ryoma shifts back. When Elliot glides away, Ryoma follows in the same beat, as if they share one invisible metronome.
To Ryoma, it feels natural, just instinctive. His Vision Grid reads the rhythm, his muscles adjust, his habits refine the flow without thought.
But to those watching from ringside, it looks uncanny, Ryoma mimicking Elliot's movement.
"He's moving in sync," one of the journalists murmurs. "Like they're dancing the same steps."
