Zenitsu is taking a break between trainings. He finds a quiet spot in the shade, away from any distractions. He sits down, leaning against a tree, and takes a moment to rest his body. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, inhaling the cool, crisp air.

He takes a drink of water from his canteen, relishing the refreshment. For a while, he just listens to the sounds of nature - birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind, and the distant sound of training going on in the distance.

As he sits there, he takes out a small sketchbook and a pencil from his bag. He starts drawing, focusing on the details of the surroundings - the texture of the bark on the tree, the shape of the leaves, the shadows they cast on the ground. He loses himself in the creative process, letting his mind wander as he sketches.

He takes his time, just enjoying the moment. Eventually, he sets the sketchbook aside and leans back against the tree, closing his eyes again and soaking in the peaceful atmosphere.