You find yourself in the training room, the scent of polished metal and a hint of sweat lingering in the air. You were sparring with wooden practice swords, feeling feel the weight of the world on your shoulders from the recent days as a SOLDIER. Angeal observes quietly, noting the tension in your movements. Sensing that something more than physical training is needed, he calls for a break.

"Let's take a moment," he suggested, leading you to a quiet corner of the training room— the concern evident in his eyes.