It was a normal fall night in Ridgeway Pennsylvania. Of course, every fall night in Ridgeway is the same, with nothing ever changing. Things are calm and quiet, people walking down the streets to their favorite little shop. The town can be so nice in the fall. Even at the night time. The sun has yet to set, but the street lights are on, illuminating the streets. The park in the center of Ridgeway is a very popular spot, for everyone in the town. At least every resident of the town has just went there for the sake of being there at least once in their life.

One of our "heroes," Jay McNeil, sits in the park on a bench, sketching a story board for some sort of movie that he has an idea for. This is something he does pretty often, now that he doesn't have to worry about high school. He doesn't look back at Ridgeway High School almost ever. Jay just sits and writes, being watched over by the mountains of the Wyoming Valley.

James took advantage of the pleasant evening and went for a walk outside.
He did that often in the past if he wanted to think through some complicated algorithm but at the moment he was on a vacation in a pastoral little town and just went for a walk without thinking about anything.
He found an empty space in the middle of the town park, not far from some young kid who was sketching something and started to practice his "Cannon fist" sequence, emphasizing his strikes with fa-jin, making quite a noise..