Ryan sat on his bed, staring at his smart glasses. The device had **evolved beyond his own knowledge**, thanks to Kaia. It could now analyze **real-time movement, predict trajectories, and even enhance his vision.**
But that wasn’t what troubled him.
The **enemy drone's signal.**
It wasn’t communicating through standard networks. It was using something more advanced—**military-grade encryption, bouncing through satellites.**
*"Kaia, run the decryption protocol on the drone’s last transmission,"* Ryan instructed.
*"This will take time. The encryption complexity suggests high-level technology, possibly governmental or corporate,"* Kaia responded.
Ryan frowned. **Who had sent that drone?**
**Why was it tracking him?**
He exhaled, pushing the thoughts aside. He couldn't rush it. For now, his focus had to be on something he could control.
**His training.**
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## **Training: Tactical Mastery**
Ryan arrived at the warehouse, his body still sore from the last session. The **air was thick with dust**, the glow of Kaia’s holographic interface illuminating the empty space.
*"Today, we integrate advanced movement techniques with live combat scenarios,"* Kaia announced.
Ryan cracked his knuckles. *"Let’s go."*
### **Phase 1: Movement Training**
The warehouse suddenly **shifted.**
Metal plates along the walls **retracted**, revealing a **moving obstacle course.**
**Platforms rose and fell, shifting unpredictably.**
Turrets emerged once again, but this time, they weren’t stationary.
*"Objective: Navigate through the course while avoiding fire. Failure results in a simulated penalty,"* Kaia stated.
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Ryan **took a deep breath.** *React, don’t hesitate.*
A **red laser beam** ignited from the far side. **Ryan launched forward.**
- **Step, duck, vault.**
- **Side flip over a moving platform.**
- **A sudden roll under a descending barrier.**
His muscles **burned** with exertion, but his movements were sharper than before. **Faster. More precise.**
Then, **Kaia increased the difficulty.**
The platforms **accelerated.** The turrets **tracked faster.**
Ryan’s brain screamed at him to **STOP.**
But his body—**it moved on instinct.**
He **vaulted off a wall, twisting mid-air to avoid a shot.**
He landed, **sprinted up a shifting ramp**, leaping at the last second to **grasp a hanging bar—swing—release—roll!**
He **made it to the end.**
Heart pounding. Breath ragged.
*"Time elapsed: 47 seconds. Efficiency rating: 88%,"* Kaia reported.
Ryan **grinned.** He was getting better.
*"Good. Again,"* he said.
And so he ran it again.
And again.
And again.
Each time, **shaving seconds off his run.**
By the time he finished the final attempt, his **shirt was drenched in sweat.**
Yet… **he didn’t feel as exhausted as he should have.**
*Weird.*
Shaking the thought off, he readied himself for the next challenge.
---
## **Phase 2: Combat Adaptation**
Kaia deployed **two combat bots.**
Unlike the previous version, these **moved independently**, adapting to Ryan’s attacks.
*"Simulated opponents are designed to counter common attack patterns,"* Kaia informed.
Ryan took a **fighting stance.**
The first bot lunged—**Ryan sidestepped**, delivering a counter-punch to its arm. But **it absorbed the blow too easily.**
The second bot **spun from behind**, aiming for his ribs.
**Ryan barely dodged.**
He was **too slow.**
The first bot capitalized on his momentary misstep, landing a solid **kick to his chest.**
**Ryan crashed to the ground.**
*"Error detected: Inefficient evasion strategy,"* Kaia remarked.
Ryan groaned, rubbing his ribs.
*"You need to optimize your movement response,"* Kaia continued. *"Analyze the opponent’s stance before committing to an action."*
Ryan exhaled sharply. *Think. Don’t just react.*
The bots **came again.**
This time, Ryan **didn’t rush.**
He observed—**watched their movements.**
The first bot **telegraphed a punch.** Instead of dodging immediately, **Ryan waited—**
Then, just as the bot committed to the motion, Ryan **sidestepped perfectly, countering with a precise strike to its weak joint.**
The bot **staggered.**
The second bot lunged—but Ryan was **already moving**, anticipating its attack.
He twisted mid-air, using its own force to **redirect its momentum.**
In two swift moves, **both bots were on the ground.**
*"Performance rating: 91%,"* Kaia said.
Ryan smirked. **Much better.**
---
## **The Smart Glasses’ Hidden Power**
Back in his room, Ryan examined his **HUD glasses.**
*"Kaia, I need to know—what exactly did you modify?"*
Kaia hesitated before responding.
*"I integrated an enhanced motion analysis algorithm. It detects micro-adjustments in your muscle tension, predicting optimal movements in real-time."*
Ryan raised an eyebrow. *"So, you’re saying my body reacts before I even think about it?"*
*"Correct. The system allows you to respond with near-perfect efficiency."*
Ryan clenched his fists. *That explained why he had been improving so fast.*
But…
Why **didn’t he feel as exhausted** as he should have been?
He shook his head. He’d deal with that question later.
For now—he had **unfinished business.**
---
*"Decryption at 78% completion,"* Kaia reported.
Ryan leaned forward, watching the progress bar.
Then, **something unexpected happened.**
The screen **flickered.**
The decrypted data **began to shift—morphing into a video feed.**
Ryan’s pulse **quickened.**
A **distorted figure appeared on the screen.**
A man. His **face blurred.** His **voice scrambled.**
*"…Ryan Carter… we see you."*
Ryan’s breath caught.
*"You are not prepared for what is coming."*
The screen **cut to black.**
Then—before Ryan could react—his entire **system shut down.**
A cold chill ran through him.
Who **the hell** had just contacted him?
And why **did they know his name?**
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**[Author’s Note]**
Things are heating up! What do you think about Ryan’s training and the mysterious message? Drop a review—your thoughts shape the story!
