He sat with that thought for a moment.
'Wait...'
Something did not add up.
He caught bullets before. Multiple times, without much effort.
A bullet traveled far faster than 500 kilometers per hour, and his hand plucked it from the air like it was nothing.
So why did his vision stuttered when he ran?
He almost dismissed it, but the inconsistency bothered him enough to think it through properly.
'When I catch a bullet, I'm standing still.'
That was the difference.
While he was stationary, his brain had one problem to solve.
One object moving through space toward a fixed point. Trajectory Reading painted the path, his hand followed it, and that was the end of it.
His mind could afford to give everything to that single task.
But at 500 kilometers per hour, he was the thing moving.
The ground beneath him was changing with each stride. The air was hitting him from new angles constantly.
His own body position, balance, and force distribution were all in flux at the same time.
