Ryoma raises his guard slightly, bringing it higher than before. The adjustment comes with a quiet realization settling in.
<< The sway won't be enough to throw him off. >>
The pendulum continues, but now it sits behind a tighter structure, less open than before.
"And you can already see the difference," the lead commentator says, tone sharpening. "Just two jabs, and Ryoma's bringing that guard up."
"That tells you everything about Villanueva's left hand," the second adds. "It's not just range. It's timing and weight. Enough to demand respect right away."
Villanueva adjusts just as quickly, syncing his timing with the measured distance. Jab, jab, lead hook, everything reaches, landing solid against Ryoma's right guard and upper arm.
Dug. Dug. DUGH.
Ryoma shifts again, taking a step back to widen the gap. This time, he brings both gloves a little farther forward, aiming to intercept the punches earlier.
