A moment ago, that was the same man who stood across from him with mutual respect, like they were equals in the same fight. But now, there is nothing equal in the way Ryoma looks at him.
Villanueva feels it clearly, and the respect that once held him back no longer has a place here.
"Hey, Villanueva," the referee cuts in, pulling his focus back. "Look at me. Are you okay?"
Villanueva brushes him off with a shove. "Move. I'm not done yet."
The referee's face tightens at the gesture, but he steps aside, glancing between both fighters before making the call.
"Box!"
Ryoma does not move. He remains where he is, arms still resting along the top rope, posture loose, expression calm, waiting as if the outcome is already decided.
"…He's not even moving," the lead commentator says, a note of disbelief creeping in.
"He's just waiting," the second adds. "That's confidence… Like a king on his throne."
