The ball bounced down. It didn't frustrate him. Unlike the countless times since it had started. In fact, he was grinning like a fool.
[Have you lost your mind?]
He was casually asked by the system but he ignored it. Foresight. He had not spared even a single thought to this word. Foresight. Noé's foresight was above the 70% mark. He needed it when he was defending the goal, so naturally he was using it like an intuition.
[I think, you have lost it.]
The system sounded like an overly concerned individual who could not understand what was happening to Nevan. He did not care. He walked to the edge and drank water again. He was not on break but the balls would not be sent his way if he was not on the marked space.
"Is there any way to enhance foresight?" He asked to the system while walking back to the marked spot.
