~Roman’s POV~
The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the open training field. The air was filled with the sounds of light grunts, the thud of feet on the ground, and the rustle of grass being disturbed by determined movements.
I stood just outside the entrance to the field, my hands in my pockets, quietly watching everything happen.
In the centre of the clearing, Rhett was hard at work. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his cheeks were bright red from the effort.
His moves were sharp. They weren’t perfect—he was only six, after all—but the fact that he was out here, going up against Evan and Esperanza, said a lot.
"Keep working on those forms, Rhett!" Evan called out.
"You're doing really well," Esperanza added from the sideline, her arms crossed, a satisfied smirk on her face.
I watched as Rhett adjusted his footing, shifting his weight like Evan taught him. He maintained a wide stance, with his knees bent just enough, his spine straight, and his f
