[b][i]Dojo Courtyard B3, early morning...[/i][/b] [b][i]There was a light fog in the courtyard today, during the early morning, and it was mostly abandoned. The key word being mostly. A man hung from a tree, the back of his knees acting as hooks to keep himself secure. He was doing curls, counting out as he got to 100, before releasing himself and just hanging upside down. His white t-shirt was tucked a little into his blue jeans, causing it to not fall over his face. A leather jacket lay on the ground under him, and two thin black arm covers covered his arms and the tattoos on them. He had gear with him, looking as if ready to spar or just converse depending on what someone may want.[/i][/b] [b][i]And so Leon stayed there, eyes closed as he hang upside down, the handle of his spear, buried into the ground, almost touching the top of his head, as he took a break from his workout.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]