Stepping up to the dojo a sad smile played across her lips. Waking in she walked towards the training area. On the walls were different training weapons. She didn’t pay attention to them instead she walked towards a wodan sword that was in the corner. Grabbing it down she stepped back and walked towards the middle of the room.

Taking a deep breath she stood there in her position that she used. She stood there legs separated front to back . Her right elbow was lifted and slightly above her right ear. Her left arm was down the length of the sword. Closing her eyes she waited for a few seconds.. Then in a swift movement she started doing different positions and swings. All together it looked like a dance of some sort.

in each swing she put everything that had happend to her. the pain, sorrow, everything. she hated everyhting that was going on. they only good thing was that she made some new friend. but that was all everything else was just H.ell

The Sensei, who had been in the other room, in meditation, heard the entrace of another from the soft jingle of bells on the door. A smile curled upon his lips, and carefully he rose, strutting toward the front area, used more or less for classes (which had yet to start). "Ahh.... Welcome." He mused, watching her with the kendo shinai, "I'd like to have you sign a form to use those... Just incase anyone gets hurt... for financial reasons of course." He paused, giving the stranger a warm smile. "My name is Adrian, I am the Dojo Master here...." He said this in a prideful manner, like a rooster with a full crown, handing her a binder with a form to sign. "If you wouldn't mind..." He added, as he handed her a pen.

As this was taken care of, the sensei in his black uniform, glanced toward the kendo, "Are you interested in taking lessons here?" He asked, "I specialize in Shotokan and Jujitsu, but also teach Tae Kwon Do and Tai Chi Chuan...." This was all said in a excited manner. "I'm also looking for teachers to assist here, at the school." He informed, pushing back a few of his dirty blonde locks, while gray blue eyes watched her carefully.

Blinking in a mid swing she stumbled slightly but held her sword to the side and stopped, sighing she stood up fully. Turning she blinked at the man and smiled walking over to him she blinked as she took the pen, then looking down at the form she looked at it.

Looking up at him she smiled warmly and said “no thanks I don’t need lessons I just need to practice my style. And im not that interested in being a teacher im still learning and perfecting it myself.”taking a breath she continued and said “and I signed this form yesterday, and yes I love to practice with swords.” Holding the pen out to him.

Adrian lifted a brow, "You already signed? I don't remember your face." He commented, lifting a dark brow upward. His eyes scrolled the list, and a frown formed, "There is only one signature here...... You must be Suki...Yes?" He asked, questioning her as he stood there, bare feet brushing against the matting. He closed the book, "Well if thats the case, then practice on..." He murmered, walking back toward the desk to put the binder away. "I'm not fond of swords.." He added, shaking his head, "They are just there for pratice... and the real ones are for show only." He advised, looking her way, "Thats why the blades are locked in the cabinet. Can't have youngsters coming in here, and cutting a limb off someone." He joked, a small grin curling on his lips.

"Well... enjoy yourself while you're here. I'll he walking around the place, so if you need me, just yell for me." He smiled at her as he said this, brushing his long fingers through his dirty blonde hair. "And the other room, to the left is accually used for the Open Pratice, since that is what you're here for, but you're welcome to stay here until a class comes."

nodding her head she said “ya im suki.” walking back to the middle of the room she smiled at his words. Taking a deep breath she said “now for offence.”with that she changed her position.

Her feet were the same but she held the sword differently. She held the sword with her right hand still but held it out in front of her, her arm straight. Her left arm was bent and her left hand was placed along the length of the sword near the middle. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes. It was silent and she waited for any sound to be made. Hearing a creak from the man from before she snapped her eyes open and began various attacks with an invisible opponent.

Growling the kendo sword slipped from her hands as she had thrust it to the side. “Damn it!” she said not realizing she yelled. Growling out in frustration she plopped down onto the floor, turning slightly she looked at the real swords. “That’s what I need to be practicing with not some practice sword.” shaking her head she got up and retrieved the kendo stick.

The walk to the dojo was over. Melic surveyed the building with a critical eye. The place seemed pretty well-put together. He entered the dojo, looking around expectantly.

"Hello?"

He sat down on one of the chairs up against the wall, and withdrew his sword. He looked his treasured sword all over, checking it for stains, nicks, and any imperfections.

This sword has been with me for a very long time... He began absent-mindedly cleaning the keen weapon. He remembered the first time he wielded it.

"Come son," Came his father's voice. Young Kong Pingtian ran to his father's side. "What is it, father?"

"Here, take this." He gave him a scabbard, with Chinese characters down the side, saying the words, "Honour" and "Strength". With a pleasant shimmer of sound, Pingtian withdrew the long sword.

"You now own this sword, Pingtian. Use it well."

Later, Kong Pingtian searched rabidly through his room, and found what he was looking for- a long blue strand of silk from his favourite friend. He tied the silk around the hilt of the sword. He smiled. It looked good.

Melic shook his head fondly at the memory. The girl who gave him the ribbon was long gone of course, but he remembered still.

turning at the sound of someones voice she walked out the shoujin doors to see a man sit down. in his hands was a beutiful sword. smiling she walked up to him and said "hello, thats a nice sword." her voice was lihgt and soft. some bits and strands of her hair fell over her shoulders and fell to rest on the blade. blinking at how it looked beutiful with black strands of hair laying upon a silver blade (hope thats right, and do you want me to be the girl ?)

(OOC: Nah, it's ok. Thanks for the offer though.)

Melic looked up at the girl who had commented on his sword.

"Thank you. I have had it for a long time. It is very precious to me." He marvelled at the effect the strands of hair had on his blade. Melic stood up and looked the girl in the eye.

"Hello. My name is Melic." He sheathed his sword and offered his hand to the stranger. "Are you a student here, or are you just here for practice?"

smiling at the man she took a step back as her stood up. The step wasn’t in precaution just years of instincts of handling a sword. Her smile turning friendly she nodded her head at his words. Giggling slightly she shook his hands in greating as well.

“My name is Tsuki, and the type of swordsmanship I practice they have, im sure, never even heard of. So yes I am here for practice”