Away from the cameras and endless negotiations, Ryoma has returned to the place where every fight truly begins. Sweat darkens the canvas beneath his feet as he repeats the same movement again and again, not throwing punches, but slipping, rolling, and driving forward with quiet precision.
He still doesn't abandon the pressure fighter drills. Not when the man waiting for him is Miguel Cabello, widely regarded as the finest Cuban-style boxer of this generation.
Ryoma has enough confidence in his own footwork and boxing technique. If the fight turns into a tactical battle of movement, positioning, and point scoring over twelve rounds, he believes he can outbox the reigning WBO champion.
But he doesn't like that idea, not even a little. Winning on the judges' scorecards always comes last. Ryoma steps into the ring to stop his opponent, and nothing is more convincing than a knockout.
