The morning sun spilled golden light across the tiled courtyard, casting long shadows that danced across the walls as the breeze stirred the banners bearing ancient clan symbols.
At the breakfast table, Asher bounced on his seat. "Big brooo, what are we doing today?"
Hope leaned in, eyes wide with curiosity. "Yeah, what's the plan?"
Miles sipped his tea and smirked slightly. "Do you want to see a martial arts contest?"
"Yes!" they both shouted in unison, their excited nods so animated that Elena and Daniel couldn't help but laugh.
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Is there a contest today?"
Miles nodded. "It happens once every five years. And we're right on time."
Elena smiled as she cut a piece of fruit. "Then we arrived at the perfect moment."
Hope's eyes lit up. "Big brooo, are you gonna fight?!"
Miles gave a mysterious grin. "You'll see."
