Morning is when an individual wakes up and enjoys the kiss of the morning sun, freshens up then greets the people around while going for breakfast. The mood would slowly advance, taking in the good vibes of the new day. However, for the soldiers, it is not as such; they have to wake up before the sun brightens up the sky and run to the arena present before the light touches the sky.
For Yavaz, it was just like the soldiers. He would get up, wash his face in the cold water and slowly advance to the arena. He used the rope to pull the bucket full of water up. The wind was no longer icy cold like in the night. He crouched down and splashed his face with the water to wake himself up from the aftermath of sleep.