Part- 368:

  Ryan shrugged, a mix of amusement and skepticism crossing his face. “Okay, but you asked for it.” With a quick motion, he swung a light jab towards James.

  **In that split sed, the world shifted.** The noise of the crowd faded away, and James’ vision blurred. Suddenly, he could see Ryan’s puning an instant before it actually happened—like a photograph developing in his mind. It was as if time had slowed down just for him. With an effortless motion, he raised his hand and blocked the punch.

  Ryan froze mid-swing, his mouth hanging open in shock. “How—?”

  James couldn’t help but chuckle. “Saw it ing. Literally.”

  He felt a surge of excitement course through him, feeling the newly unlocked power of **Fore Sight** taking hold. The world around him felt sharper, every detail more pronouhe anticipation was thrilling, but he also noticed that every sed of the future he observed drained a bit of his stamina. Still, he was just getting started.

  “Dude, that was weird,” Ryan said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Like, seriously weird.” He gnced around, notig a few spectators raising their eyebrows and exging looks. “Did you hit your head before this match or something?”

  James ughed, shaking his head. “Nope, just trying something new. Watch this!”

  With renewed fidence, he positioned himself again, daring Ryan to throw another punch. “Go on, I’ll block it again.”

  Ryan eyed him warily. “Are you sure? What if I actally knock you out? I don’t want to be responsible for messing up your pretty face.”

  “e on, just do it! I promise I won’t hold it against you if you miss,” James teased, his pyful demean Ryan on.

  Ryan sighed, giving in to the absurdity of it all. He threw another jab, but this time he feig, pulling back at the st moment with a grin. “You’re such a weirdo.”

  James smirked, feeling the tension in the air. “I still see it! Try again for real.”

  Ryan rolled his eyes but swung again, this time with a little more force. Yet again, James anticipated the move, blog it effortlessly. The crowd around them was beginning to take notice, intrigued by their exge.

  “Whoa, you’re like a ninja now!” Ryan excimed, feigning exaggerated awe. “What’s ? Are you going to start dodging bullets?”

  James ughed, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll bee the a star!”

  One of the onlookers chimed in, “You sure it’s not just the adrenaline making you think you’re a superhero?”

  “Or maybe he’s just always been this weird,” another spectator added, drawing chuckles from those nearby.

  The banter tinued as Ryan took another swing, but this time, he got clever. He switched up his rhythm, pretending to go low before aiming high. Yet, James still saw it ing, blog the punch without breaking a sweat.

  “Seriously, man, this is impressive,” Ryan admitted, his tone begrudgingly admiring. “But it’s also ridiculous. You ’t just ask someoo punch you for fun in the middle of a tour!”

  “Why not?” James replied, grinning. “We’re all about pushing limits here, right?”

  Ryan stepped back, shaking his head as he tried to stifle his ughter. “Dude, if you keep this up, people are going to think you’re training for a edy act rather than judo.”