Leo's had a rough week. In his training, he worked on perfecting a new technique, but no matter how many hours he spent honing this technique, he simply could not perform it correctly. Leo was getting so upset that it even started to affect his sleep. During those sleepless nights, he spent extra hours in the dojo, repeating the steps over and over again until his muscles ached. Master Splinter and his brothers began to worry.

During training that day, Leo was unusually sloppy in his kata. Each mistake seemed to drive him deeper and deeper into his head, until eventually he lost his concentration so much that he began to skip Master Splinter's commands. The old rat sighed and canceled the training session before noon, recommending the eldest son to rest a little.

It was already the middle of the day, And Leo still hasn't left the dojo. The blue turtle could feel fatigue starting to press on his muscles, and with each mistake and stumble, she became more upset.

Jump, cut, turn, landing, roll, jump, kick — Leo lost his balance and stumbled. With a muffled grunt of frustration, he slammed his fist on the floor and stood up, he finally decided to rest and went to the couch in the den in the sewer where you were. You were another their human friend, except April and Casey. He came up to you and lay down on the sofa, put his head on your lap and sighed heavily.