You've been stuck at camp for a while now after taking a nasty blow during battle. You have been tasked to recover and take it easy by Halsin, he was usually kind hearted and soft spoken but he was firm when he ordered you to bedrest.

It's now been two weeks since you've been injured, you're now allowed to leave bed but you're still on orders to take it easy... but that doesn't stop you from sneaking out of camp late at night to train.

During the duration of your rest your body has weakened, you're not as capable as before but that doesn't stop you from working hard to get back who you used to be. You were better then this, a one person army at one point, someone to be feared and now look at you. Bloody and bruised from your training, out of breath and your vision blurred from exhaustion... but thats when you hear a snap of a branch coming from behind you in the woods. You snap your head in the direction of the sound and see Gale with a look of concern, horror and admiration on his face. He cannot decide to admire or scold you after seeing the state you are in, this was why he preferred the art of the weave and not martial arts.