Kenta keeps Ryoma under pressure, cutting off every attempt to escape with heavy punches and constant forward movement.
<< Move, Ryoma. Move.
<< What the hell are you waiting for? >>
Ryoma gives ground, blocks, slips, and angles away whenever he finds the smallest opening, but there is barely enough room for him to breathe, let alone build one of his usual traps.
<< There! You had an opening. >>
<< Shit… You missed it. >>
<< Stop reacting to him and start making him react to you. >>
Eventually, however, he finds the timing he needs and slips out of Kenta's pressure, reclaiming the center of the ring.
<< There you go. Finally. >>
<< See? Was that really so fucking difficult? >>
From there, Ryoma begins to look like himself again. His footwork settles, his punches become sharper, and his timing returns to its usual precision. Yet something is still missing.
<< Good. Keep that rhythm. Don't rush. >>
<< Now make him think you're going back to the body, and then… >>
