The next morning, the air at the inn buzzed with energy as everyone prepared for another day of intense training. Jack Mercer, wearing his usual mix of enthusiasm and unpredictability, clapped his hands together loudly as the players gathered in the inn's courtyard. The sky above was a brilliant blue, the kind that seemed to promise good things ahead.
"Alright, listen up!" Jack called, his voice carrying over the chatter. "Yesterday was all about relaxing and soaking in the sights. But today? Today, we're getting back to business. You've had your ramen and your sightseeing, now it's time to work off all that leisure. Grab your gear—we're heading to the field."
The players groaned half-heartedly, though most were secretly itching to hit the turf again. There was something exhilarating about the camaraderie and competition training brought, even if it meant pushing their limits under the relentless sun.
