On the brisk morning of November 5th, 1795, Napoleon strode purposefully along the road, his luggage in tow. With each step, his confident bearing radiated the undeniable aura of a seasoned military leader. Dressed in his impeccably tailored uniform, he commanded attention wherever he went.
The people he passed by were unable to contain their curiosity and admiration. They whispered among themselves, pointing discreetly at him, the man who saved the republic from the royalists' forces in the 13th of Vendémiaire.
Napoleon acknowledged the onlookers with a nod and a warm smile, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd.
Arriving at the place where the horse-drawn carriages were stationed, Napoleon paused for a moment, noticing a familiar man standing there.
"Citizen Director Barras," Napoleon greeted. "I didn't expect to run into you here."
