Morning came quietly—another dawn, another climb.
Julian's day began like every other—
Martial drills. Gym work. Shower. Discipline.
Each motion carved into habit, every breath a reminder—
you build greatness one repetition at a time.
By 7:00 a.m., he was already packing his gear, eyes sharp, movements steady.
The Alexander-Otto-Akademie waited.
He called Crest before leaving.
She answered with the sound of gulls in the distance, her voice calm. "Everything's good here. Hamburg's beautiful when you're not buried in training."
Julian smiled faintly. "Enjoy it while you can. Once season starts, I'll drag you to every match."
"I'll be there before you can blink," she replied, maternal warmth beneath her composed tone.
David's update came next—
