[b]He doesn't go home like he said he would, but kept at the punching bag for a few hours, until he was sweating protrusively at midnight, when he picks up his sword again, and starts swinging at an imaginary target. He keeps training, alone, until dawn, where he lies on the ground. Sweating, tired, but happy.[/b]

[b][spoiler]End?[/spoiler][/b]