The day begins at 7:00 in the morning for Tarin, a 13-year-old boy as the birds in the surrounding area begin to rise and attempt to deafen all who get close enough with their chirping.
As the young boy sleeps lightly breathing, he releases a timely fart under the covers much to the dismay of his elder sister, who then promptly begins to drag him out of bed.
Starting by opening the curtains to allow the sunlight to enter the bedroom from between the few trees in the neighbourhood.
Clarice then leans towards her unsuspecting victim grabbing him by the waist and yelling "Good morning, Twig!" while she considers throwing him over her shoulder in preparation to properly wake him up, or at least how she thinks he should be woken up.
Tarin, the lazy bugger, begins to stir because of his sister, Clarice's indecision and tries to escape her grip only to be thrown out of his bed and onto the floor, soon to be seen scrambling for anything soft he can get his hands on so he can try to fall asleep.
"get your lazy butt off of the floor right now, or we'll be late for your first martial arts training session, and I am not going to allow you to get off lightly for damaging my attendance record." Clarice bellows, causing Tarin to jump a little.
"Alright, alright I'll get dressed, will you shut up now?" whines Tarin towards Clarice, who then replies with "No. If you have a problem with that, get moving as you have a lot of catching up to do if you want to change that. You'd better come and find me in-game as soon as you can."
A light groan of dissent escapes from Tarin's mouth before he's swiftly thrown back on his bed before he can react, he sits up and meets his sister's eyes only to back down and follow her orders because of the threat implied by her glare.
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Clarice then walks out of the now bustling bedroom with a smug smile on her face, silently "borrowing" her little brother's wrist monitor on her way out waiting impatiently to hear him running downstairs to retrieve it.
As she walks down the stairs, she skillfully fixes her long dark brown hair behind her back, a testament to the lady's elegant posture achieved through years of practice.
Clarice just barely finishes greeting her parents for breakfast as Tarin stumbles down the stairs in a mad rush to get his wrist monitor back.
His pitch black hair a sharp contrast to the blond, almost white hair he was born with, dishevelled and uncoordinated he is a frail looking boy with thin arms and legs, hence the name "twig" affectionately coined by his sister, Clarice.
"Give me my Wristpad back now!" Tarin yells, barrelling into the room as fast as he can.
"no, sit and eat breakfast first. You'll get it back when we get to class."Clarice says, still glaring lightly at her younger brother, her glare fades and turns into a cheeky grin as she says" you need to become less twig-like anyway, I'm surprised you can manage to resist the wind while walking."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I'll beat you in-game soon enough, just you wait." Tarin boasts, only to be reprimanded by his parents because the argument was getting too heated and they still had too much food left on their plates if they wanted to arrive on time.
Hearing their parents comments, they quickly simmer down and start to finish their breakfast.
When they are finally done eating the whole family begins to head towards the nearby hospital so that Tarin can receive his medical treatments allowing him to retain his youthful appearance through physical training.
The medical treatments are administered at the age of 13 and are why he and his family attend martial arts classes and also why his elder sister cares so much about her attendance record.
The game mentioned by Tarin is a virtual reality game set within the vast world of Dragonball with many planets to explore and multiple universes to traverse as well, but only if you have a vehicle capable of travelling between universes.