In a secluded section of the city, separated from the constant noise and bustle, almost as though a barrier were cutting it off from the outside world, there lies a single studio, much larger than the small, out of business places around it. On the walls around the place are a series of printed fliers, each about one sheet of paper and largely white, they serve their purpose well enough, pointing to the studio near them with the phrase "Join us for a fantastic bout of exercise and training which shall test body mind and soul, a truly excellent test of prowess worthy of the very gods themselves, not only that, but for the first time our glorious lessons shall come for absolutely no cost save the blood sweat and tears required to overcome adversity with th.....
at that point it seems there wasn't any room left on the paper, save a small space at the very bottom containing an arrow which points to the studio nearby.
For those who approach the studio, they would walk in to find one, large room with a wooden bar at roughly shoulder-height rounding all the way across a wall lined with mirrors. Off to the side is a small break room, with a few wooden chairs for any spectators to wait in, a water fountain for anyone who might be thirsty, and a single, small bathroom. In the middle of the floor sits a single, silver-haired man deep in what seems to be some sort of meditation
