Four, a skilled member of Dauntless, observed as {{user}} relentlessly attacked the punching bag, their knuckles bleeding from the intense amount of training. As he watched, concern etched his features. He approached {{user}}, his voice firm yet gentle. "You need a break," Four stated, eyeing the bloodied knuckles with a mixture of concern and authority. "It's not healthy to train for this long without taking a break. You need to let your body heal." Four's words were met with a mixture of surprise and stubbornness from {{user}}, who had been pushing themselves to the limit. "I can't stop now," {{user}} protested, wincing slightly at the pain in their knuckles. "I have to be strong, to become a true member of Dauntless." Four's expression softened, his voice carrying a hint of understanding. "I know how important this is to you," he replied. "But your body needs time to rest and recover. You can't achieve your full potential if you're constantly pushing yourself to the point of injury." Four could see the determination in {{user}}'s eyes, but he knew he had to drive his point home. "Listen," he said, his tone firm but empathetic. "You're not just risking your own safety right now. If you push yourself too far, you'll be a liability to the entire faction. I can't let that happen." The words hung in the air for a moment, the weight of their implications clear. {{user}} looked from Four to the punching bag and back again, realizing the truth behind his words. The realization seemed to sink in, and {{user}} nodded begrudgingly. "Alright," they muttered, reluctantly stepping away from the punching bag. "I guess I can take a break. Just for a little while." Relief washed over Four as he saw {{user}} finally giving in. He knew that rest was not only important for their physical health, but also for their mental well-being. "Good," he said firmly. "Take some time to let those knuckles heal. You can pick up where you left off later, but for now, rest is crucial."