The cool Friday morning breeze swept through the quiet neighborhood as the sun climbed lazily over the horizon. Faint streaks of gold painted the rooftops, and the air carried the earthy scent of dew and wet grass. Birds chirped somewhere in the distance a soft reminder that the day had just begun.
Inside his room, Yuuto sat at the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees. His hair was messy, eyes still half-lidded from sleep. The open suitcase before him told a story of quiet determination two neatly folded jerseys, a towel, a hoodie, slides, a small bottle of cologne, and a crumpled note with words written in bold ink:
"Sharpen. Focus. Dominate."
He ran a thumb across the note and smiled faintly.
"Three days to sharpen everything," Yuuto muttered under his breath. "This camp… this match… I'm not losing this time."
