The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the room. Izan's alarm buzzed lightly beside him, but he was already awake.
His body still carried the weight of the past few days—Arteta's training sessions had been intense, pushing every player to adjust quickly—but he wasn't exhausted.
If anything, he felt sharper than ever, his mind already focused on the season ahead.
Still, a full day without training didn't sit right with him. Rest days were necessary, but they also left him feeling restless.
After lying in bed for a few minutes, he threw off the covers and got up.
By the time he stepped outside, the city was still quiet, the early morning air crisp and fresh.
London wasn't home, not yet, but it had its own charm.
He set off at a steady pace, his breathing controlled as he ran through the empty streets, letting his mind drift to the past few training sessions.
