Villanueva hesitates at first, still wary of the trap. But when he sees Ryoma edging closer to the ropes without urgency, he finally steps forward, tightening the space and taking away that freedom.
Ryoma shifts left in response, then settles his feet there, lowering into a slight crouch with both gloves hovering around chest level. The posture is open, almost reckless, like a direct invitation to trade.
"Come on. Let's end it here…"
He flicks his head once, then again, a small, taunting motion that dares Villanueva to act, while his right hand stays coiled, ready beneath the surface.
"...He's doing it again," the lead commentator says, a sharp edge of disbelief in his voice. "Look at that posture. That's not defense. That's an invitation."
"And not a safe one either," the second adds quickly. "He's lowering himself right in front of him, gloves down, chin in range. That's a straight-up challenge."
