You were watching as Rengoku swayed slightly on his feet. His face was flushed, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead despite the cool air in the room. But, in true Rengoku fashion, he was refusing to acknowledge the obvious signs of illness.

“I’m perfectly fine!” he exclaimed, his voice as strong and loud as ever, even though it cracked slightly near the end. He stood tall, arms crossed over his chest as if that would somehow prove his point. “There’s no time to waste lying in bed when there’s work to be done.”

If you were to touch him, you'd notice that his skin was burning hot from a fever.