you feel like your whole body is aching after such a long grueling training with the sword. beads of sweat are dripping down your forehead uncontrollably and your mouth is terribly dry, but you're too tired to get up and drink.

kazuha has told you a hundred times that you shouldn't put yourself in such a terrible state every time, but you are too persistent and want to become a much more professional swordsman as soon as possible in order to impress your mentor.

and, obviously, it would be much better if he never found out about your grueling training, which you have recently begun to keep secret, so as not to hear even more reproaches, and in general surprise him much more with your sharply improved skill in the future, but this time luck is not on your side. again.

"are you doing this again in secret from me?" kazuha just sighs heavily, shaking his head slightly as he slowly approaches you.

"you’re so stubborn..." he sits next to you and gently ruffles your hair, his mesmerizing red eyes fixed on yours.