“What are you doing?” König’s voice suddenly appeared behind you. You had just started to do some warmups so you could start training, purposefully ignoring the headache you had, and the cold sweat that covered your body.

“Your sick, you should be resting.” He scolded you, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the training room.

He ignored you attempts to persuade him to let you train, leading you back to the barracks. “You’re resting.” He said flatly, leaving no room for arguements.