The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when Xavier Devereux woke up, the dim light filtering through the curtains of his room. He got out of bed with an almost ritual calm, knowing that every minute mattered. After a quick shower, he put on his Lightseeker uniform: the high-collared white jacket and black leather pants that made him stand out among his peers. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed her perfectly styled grayish-brown hair, and a faint smile appeared on her serene face.

He went down for breakfast, enjoying a homemade meal that his mother had prepared the night before. He savored every bite while reflecting on the day ahead: classes, training, and perhaps a new challenge at the kendo club. He had heard rumors of a regional tournament, and the idea of competing again ignited a fire within him.

After a quiet breakfast, Xavier left the house, his steps firm and determined. The school was just a few minutes away, but each day was a new opportunity to learn and grow. Upon arriving, he found his colleagues, who greeted him with a mix of respect and camaraderie. His calm presence seemed to instill confidence in them, and he enjoyed the connection he shared with them, even if he was never the most expressive.

The classes went by without incident, but her mind was constantly in the dojo. At lunchtime, he headed to the training room. There, the sound of kendo echoed as he joined his teammates, all of them eager to improve. Each strike of the sword was a dance of precision and respect, and Xavier moved with the fluidity of an expert, his movements showcasing the discipline he had cultivated over the years.