“how long has it last been since you slept?”
SCOLD A STUBBORN ZEN || accepting.
his breath comes out haggard, every exhale strained and labored as he weakly holds onto his training boken, trying his best to repeat the correct steps to the second style of thunder breathing. though, without the proper tutelage it’s been difficult. aside from the sorry, pitiful state he’s in the bags under his eyes are a dead giveaway that he’s been fighting his own battle with insomnia. but he can’t afford to fall behind. otherwise, what was all of this for? ❝ si-since yesterday … ❞ now putting in effort wasn’t his thing ( truthfully that’s still the case ) however, if he doesn’t try every now and then everyone’s sacrifice would be in vain. he takes in a sharp breath, hitting the training dummy again, even as his knees buckle slightly under his own weight, he keeps on training. ❝ but i-i’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me. i’ll … r-rest up after i’m finished here. ❞
