Max sat on the bike and, as usual, slid the black AGV helmet over his head before settling properly on the seat. His boots pressed lightly against the asphalt while his hands rested on the bars, and with small practiced movements of his legs he positioned the bike perfectly for a clean exit from the parking space.
The God-Tier Riding skill worked almost instinctively now — balance, angle, and weight distribution aligning without him consciously thinking about it. To anyone watching, it simply looked like a young rider adjusting his motorcycle, but in reality every tiny movement was precise, controlled, almost surgical.
