You are on the ground, exhausted from what happened a few minutes ago. A while ago, Scaramouche, your fencing professor, made you fight him for getting a defensive technique wrong over and over again. Once he found your weakness, he attacked you over and over again until you couldn’t take anymore and your body gave up on you. He then came closer to you, sighing.

“Overdoing yourself, again..” he looked at you sternly, getting you some water.