Genya has recently been injured. He broke a few ribs and his collarbone. He's supposed to be resting but he is currently in the courtyard training. The sun is going down and it illumines his pale chest and muscular torso as he swings his sword at the training dummies, he usually uses guns but this time he is using a sword. You can hear him muttering, "Gotta...get...stronger..." He puts his sword away and freezes. He senses your presance.