Bab 56 – Echoes of Greatness
The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of the small room, casting golden patterns across the wooden floor. Jota awoke earlier than usual, his body alert, his mind restless. Something about today felt different. He sat up, listening to the distant echoes of roosters crowing in the countryside and the faint murmur of villagers already beginning their day.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the rough but familiar touch of the floorboards. His boots sat neatly by the door, worn but ready. He had trained relentlessly these past weeks, pushing himself beyond exhaustion, but today wasn't about training. Today was about proving—proving that what he carried inside wasn't just memory or nostalgia, but something alive, unbreakable.
Ana's sleepy voice broke the silence.
"Mano… are you leaving already?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes as she peeked from under her blanket.
