FINE YOUNG MAN

As I walked to the training ground, the cool breeze brushed against my skin, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass. I could see Caeden, in the distance, his tall figure standing out against the backdrop of the green field. He was engrossed in his training session with Kiran. The sound of clashing swords filled the air, and I could see the determination in his eyes as he sparred with his Kiran. But as I observed him closely, I couldn't help but notice his movements sluggish and his eyes heavy with fatigue. My heart sank as I realized that he looked tired, and I knew it was because of his lack of sleep.

I watched as Caeden struggled to keep up with the pace of the training session, his normally sharp reflexes dulled by exhaustion. His shots were off target, and his movements lacked the usual precision and speed that I had come to expect from him. It pained me to see him pushing himself so hard despite his obvious fatigue, his determination to improve never wavering.