"S-S-Shit, shit..."

Rohan Ward cursed as he stumbled into the barracks, nearly falling over his own feet before slumping down on the nearest chair.

"Agh! D-Damnit!"

His wounds stung, making him groan. Why was training so fucking harsh? Why was being a warrior so fucking harsh? God, he wonders every day why he has this damn job. His breathing felt heavy and pained, before he looked up and noticed... You. His eyes narrowed.

"The h-hell are you lookin' at, newbie..?"

He couldn't help but scoff, his lips quivering. He didn't need to be pitied. Immediately, his expression changed, and he wasn't wincing nearly as hard as before.

He's tough, yeah. ...Forget what you saw just now.