Training 4

The sun hung high in the middle of the sky, casting a golden glow over the vast forest clearing, roughly the size of a football field. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a rhythmic whisper that blended with the distant chirping of birds.

Under the cool shade of a large tree, a young man with silver-white hair and crimson eyes lay sprawled out, his chest rising and falling in slow, labored breaths. His expression was one of exhaustion, his body still recovering from the intense training session.

A short distance away, another young man leaned against the tree trunk, arms crossed over his chest. His jet-black hair framed his sharp features, and his emerald-green eyes reflected quiet contemplation as he gazed at the sky, lost in thought.

Ethan, the silver-haired young man, slowly cracked one eye open, stealing a glance at the other. Just as he shifted slightly, a voice broke the peaceful silence.