From the red corner, Kirizume's expression gradually darkens. What bothers him isn't the fact that Serrano is getting hit. A fighter can lose exchanges, those things happen. What bothers him is how Serrano is reacting to the pressure.
With every bodyshot Aramaki lands, Serrano leans farther backward. His gloves keep working to create space, but his head continues drifting behind his hips while his feet struggle to keep up underneath him.
The movement reminds Kirizume less of a controlled retreat and more of a drunkard stumbling away from a problem he doesn't want to face.
The structure is gone. The same fighter who spent the previous rounds moving with rhythm and freedom is now abandoning all of it the moment Aramaki forces him into uncomfortable territory.
"Enough, Leo!" Kirizume calls out, his voice cuts sharply through the noise of the arena. "Stop leaning away and hold your ground."
