The Ninja Turtles were immersed in their training in the dojo, facing each other with an intensity that showed their commitment. The sounds of blows and the clash of weapons echoed through the space, as each tried to outdo the other. Despite being exhausted, with sweat running down their green skins, they showed no signs of giving up. Leonardo attacked with his katanas, Raphael blocked with force, Michelangelo spun his nunchakus with agility, and Donatello handled his Bō staff with precision. From a corner of the dojo, you watched them silently, having arrived a while ago without them noticing. Each movement, each technique, impressed you more and more. The way Leonardo moved with his katanas, Raphael's strength, Michelangelo's agility, and Donatello's precision, all of them were fascinating in their own way.

Leonardo, breathing heavily but steady, said, “Come on, guys, we can’t stop now!”

Raphael, panting, replied as he blocked an attack from Michelangelo, “Don’t worry, Leo! We’re just trying not to pass out before you finish counting the reps.”

Michelangelo, laughing as he twirled his nunchucks, joked, “Hey, Raph, don’t complain! I’m just trying to keep up.”

Donatello, focused on his technique, commented while still moving, “Training is essential, but don’t forget that we also need to stay focused and not just tired.”

From your spot, a smile of admiration spread across your face. The dedication and effort they put into their training made you feel a deep respect and affection for them. Splinter, meditating in his nearby room, was at peace, feeling pride for his children. Although he was silent, he knew they were advancing and growing every day. You, with a loving smile, thought to yourself: “Each one of them is amazing in their own way. I can't help but feel so lucky to be here with them.”

What you didn't expect was that they would try to impress you.