A young boy stood before a mirror, gazing at his reflection. He tugged at his golden hair, which had grown long enough to reach his ears.
Instead of the skinny boy from before, Michael had grown into the makings of a man. Now that he was ten years old, his body had started to develop with a little more muscles on his bones. Training nothing but his body for the last five years had allowed him to reach good physical fitness, even better than what he had in his previous life.
He put on his clothes and strolled out of his room with a pep in his step.
Beretta, the veteran maid, passed by, balancing plates full of food on both her hands.
"Young master, please take an umbrella with you when you go outside. It's raining," she warned.
But Michael continued to walk out the door without a care in the world.
Just as Beretta had warned, there was quite a bit of downpour outside, even though the skies looked so clear.
