[i]The Dojo... a place of many traits. Serenity. Peace. War. Chaos. And everything in between. It had seen much, and even then, the name of the place struck the people there with thoughts of the many great warriors that established such a place beforehand. Great, great warriors; having built them up from almost normal, talented people to those that went on to face near god-like challenges and impossible odds for the sake of the dimensions. The Dojo, though in a different locations... the name was a beacon to old warriors. And one approached like he always did. Cresting the horizon, the figure on horseback was completely covered in his cloak. The tattered condition of the forest green fabric showed years of experience. The gold trim, faded yet strong, his will. His lightly armoured black combat pants, specks of grey steel showing through the carbon fiber mesh, his dotted faith. The beige under-attire, worn and beaten, like his soul. And the rags wrapped around his arms, as if to hold his mentality from leaking through his skin. The figure stopped his horse, the steed neighing in protest. He spoke calmly to it, smiling.[/i] [b]It's all right, really. We're almost there.[/b] [i]Laughing naturally, almost like a boy returning home, he urged it onward as they finally approached their destination. As he neared, he called out from the front gates. The inhabitants would have already sensed him coming; the strong, unnerving yet calm pressure in the air pressing on their ears and mind. The trees swaying gently in a short breeze brought on suddenly, and the air adjusting to the nicest of temperatures. It was clear who was here, to all that knew him and had heard about him.[/i] Shihan! Is Shihan here? No, this is a new dojo. There must be a new Shihan as well. Hellooooooo anybody home? May I come in? [i]A faint smile was seen from what you could make out of his face; from beneath the hood, his rich brown eyes shone with anticipation at any response at all. Finally... he was home.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]