At the break of dawn, amidst the curling smoke from the hearth, a half-naked young man was standing in front of the training stake, a bladeless sword clenched in his hands.
Against the wooden stake, he bravely and intently swung his weapon without hesitation.
Nothing else mattered, nor was any hesitation necessary regarding the task at hand.
No extraneous requirements needed to be met while tackling the task.
On the training ground, he was the only one diligently training at this hour.
The autumn morning brought a bone-chilling wind and a temperature that made one shiver.
On such a cold day, no one was willing to casually step outside.
No one at this hour would create a resolution based on the situation unfolding before their eyes.
Everyone knew, why do hard and diligent work when you can laze around?
Quite obviously, such acts had become seemingly meaningless and worth nothing at all.