The notification still lingered in my vision, the glowing text searing itself into my thoughts.
New Skill Acquired: [Jab] (Lv. 1)
I flexed my fingers. My knuckles ached, but beneath the dull soreness, something felt… different.
I stepped back into my stance, focusing on the sensation, and threw another jab.
Snap.
The movement was crisp, precise. It wasn't just muscle memory—I could feel the skill at work, my body aligning perfectly to maximize speed and efficiency. There was no hesitation, no wasted motion.
So this is what it means to have a skill.
I threw another. And another. Each time, the strike landed with just a little more precision, a little more fluidity.
It wasn't a massive difference—not yet—but the improvement was undeniable.
I let my arm drop, exhaling slowly.
If I could force a skill into existence…
What else could I create?
A jab was just the beginning.
I stepped back and shifted my stance.
What about a cross?
