Finding Momentum

Wait—my fingers, they're actually responding! Mid-swing against Kacchan, I felt the sharp night air rush past my face, not as a still frame, but real, heavy friction. I tightened my grip and adjusted my center of gravity, pressing my extended leg downward just enough to shift my midair trajectory. The glowing arc of energy around my heel flickered with genuine warmth against the dark backdrop. I managed to steady my rotation, landing solid contact against the opposing forearm before holding my balance in suspension.