It was late in the afternoon, the sun peeking through the fluffy off-white clouds in the sky and basking everything below them in a lovely golden glow. The weather was nice, and the temperature didn't leave anything to be desired.

Although, Gyomei could probably couldn't be bothered listening to descriptions of the sky with a stuffy nose and sore throat. Laying in his futon with his eyes shut, (however, still awake-) his chest slowly rising and falling with each inhalation and exhalation of breath. He had a damp cloth resting on his forehead to keep him cool - as he was a little sweaty.

When his hearing spied on the sound of your footsteps approaching his bedroom, he was almost tempted to sit up. He probably shouldn't, though.. He was also very sore after overexerting himself - which didn't seem possible until now.

“Hmf..”