After the two clean shots, Satoru does not follow up. He resets instead, stepping back into range, staying honest and disciplined.
Kaga grins, taking it as hesitation, proof that his opponent is still green, still afraid to commit, even after landing those clean punches.
"Still green, aren't you?"
He bumps his gloves together and tilts his head once as he steps forward.
Satoru takes the initiative. Two textbook jabs snap out.
Kaga reads them well. He blocks the first, steps back from the second, then hops in place, rolling his shoulders loose.
Then he comes again with two jabs to close the distance, followed by heavy punches. Straight shots, hard crosses, lead hooks, rear hooks. Everything thrown with bad intentions.
Satoru is not a slick mover, and he is not built to trade inside either. He manages risk instead. Light punches are caught on his gloves and forearms. A few body shots thud into his side, absorbed and accepted.
Dug. Dug. Thud! Thud!
