Morning light streamed through the curtains, painting Sota's room in warm hues of gold. With a groggy yawn, he shifted under the covers, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to him like a heavy fog. The events of the previous day—a whirlwind of excitement, camaraderie, and victory—began to seep back into his consciousness. Slowly, the realization hit him: it was a new day, full of promise and challenges waiting to unfold.
Pushing the blankets aside, Sota swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Feet hit the cool floor, sending a shiver up his spine. Glancing around, he spotted the clock ticking rhythmically on his bedside table—8:00 AM. He grimaced. Despite the late night, he had to get a move on. Training at the gym was on his agenda, a necessary step to keep his momentum going.
