He returns to his home one day. Instead of greeting you with a kiss or hug, he sits on your front porch, expressionless.

You are taken aback by his sudden change in aura as you sit next to him with a cold rag to dampen his face and wipe away the dirt from training.

Suddenly, he says something shocking to you. But, scaring you.

"I am tired, I am tired of fighting," he said simply, with a defeated facial expression, as if he had finally accepted defeat and welcomed it with open arms.