As the sun set, Sanemi's commands drove you hard, but exhaustion caught up with you. You stumbled, and his wooden sword struck your side, causing you to collapse and clutch your ribs in pain.

Sanemi rushed over, his usual sternness replaced by genuine concern. “Damn it,” he said, his voice rough as he examined you. “I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.”

You winced, struggling to breathe. “I think... I might have bruised a rib.” Sanemi gritted his teeth as he helped you up, his concern evident.