Alfraed slowly opened his eyes to the soft light filtering through the curtains, and as his vision cleared, he found himself gazing at the familiar patterns on the ceiling of his room. The sunlight cast a warm glow over the space, and he took a moment to savor the tranquility of the early morning.
"Finally, today has come"
With a sense of purpose, he sat up, his mind quickly shifting to the upcoming grand opening of the new branches. The reminder of his mother's strictness about punctuality echoed in his mind, fueling his determination not to repeat the mistake of arriving late.
As he meticulously groomed himself, Alfraed's thoughts drifted to the previous day's sparring session with his mother. He vividly remembered the satisfying feeling of successfully parrying many of her attacks, a clear sign of his progress in the art of combat.
"I'm getting the hang of this"
