The world shifted.
Not physically. Not visually. But fundamentally, on a level deeper than sight or sensation.
Every skill I possessed—every technique, every ability, every fragment of knowledge from dozens of jobs—stopped being separate tools I had to consciously activate. They became extensions of myself. Parts of my body as natural as breathing.
I didn't think about moving efficiently anymore. I just moved, and my body executed with perfect combat efficiency, positioning optimized without conscious thought.
I didn't activate reflexes or observation. My eyes simply saw everything—Hugo's micro-expressions, the subtle weight shifts that telegraphed his intentions, the environmental factors I could exploit.
I didn't call upon striking techniques. My hands simply knew how to hit, where to hit, when to hit.
