Deep inside the Greyson Residence, in an open courtyard designated for training the young generation.
A group of children could be seen playing freely as excited murmurs spread across the area.
At the side, an elder stood with the Greyson crest embroidered on his robe as he monitored all the figures present.
A thoughtful look hovered across his face as he stroked his beard repeatedly.
Among all the younglings present, his gaze lingered on a little boy at the center of the courtyard.
"Interesting… very interesting," the elder mumbled repeatedly for the umpteenth time as the murmurs surrounding the little boy filtered into his ears.
"Hey, Angus! Come play with us."
A few children around the little boy tried to persuade him, but the little boy remained steadfast.
His small frame was drenched in sweat as he sprinted across the little courtyard repeatedly, a determined glint flashing across his eyes.
