The sky was a vast, clear canvas of blue, dotted with soft, cotton-like clouds that drifted lazily on the high-altitude winds. A gentle, persistent breeze swept across the mountain training ground, carrying with it the refreshing scent of pine and cool mountain air, a welcome relief against their sweat-dampened skin.
With a final, shared nod of satisfaction, the three friends began their descent back to the Leclair estate. The intense focus of their training gave way to the comfortable silence of exhaustion, each man lost in his own thoughts, analyzing the morning's lessons.
Upon returning, they parted ways briefly, heading to their respective rooms to wash away the morning's grime. The hot water was a benediction on tired muscles, steaming away the lingering fatigue. Once freshened up and changed into clean, casual clothes, they reconvened in the estate's sun-drenched morning room, where a generous breakfast buffet was laid out.
