Montrael, Action Street, ten in the morning.
The sun was shining brightly over the city of a thousand dojos, and it was slowly becoming alive with activity.
The schools had their classes going on, and thus, the dojos were currently only filled with middle-aged men and a few graduates who were practicing their forms diligently.
"The wind sure feels good."
Kiernan thought out loud as he was sitting on a bench by the sidewalk, sipping on water, and enjoying the cool wind breezing against his face.
He woke up early today. Six in the morning. As he had a meeting with some of the government workers, they asked about where he had been all this time.
It seemed like his excuse worked. They seemed to believe his explanation and didn't ask any further questions.
After that, he had another meeting scheduled with a realtor, as he was going to check on any available dojos in the area for rent.
