October's morning sun rose into the sky, illuminating the dawn in the East, spreading the hope of a new day.
Xiulote gasped for breath, his body drenched in sweat. He had just completed his morning agility training. Despite having drunk some alcohol the night before and talking late into the night with his father, he still woke up before dawn and underwent Bertade's Samurai training.
Bertade nodded in satisfaction. The youth's martial arts had taken root, and he had reached a level of proficiency. He could now anticipate his enemy's attacks, and his body was able to keep up with his mind's reactions to dodge effectively. Now, as the weather was gradually getting colder, it was time to switch to willpower training that endured the cold.
After training, the young man silently admired the magnificent sun, with familiar melodies occasionally surfacing in his mind, bringing long-lost memories.