Montrael, Martial Arts Registry Office, late in the night.
At the top balcony, overlooking the training yard, a couple of older men watched as a gray-haired young man met with a black-suited man.
"Kiernan has come to get his martial arts officially registered."
Parks said.
"…I didn't know that he was the creator of his own style. That's impressive. I guess normal folks like us can't fathom to understand the mind of a genius."
Sven said.
"Haha, aren't you known as the Prodigy of the Downworld? I think you are one of the few that can actually understand the mind of Kiernan."
Parks said with a wry smile.
"Worthless title. I wasn't Martial King when I was eighteen years old."
Sven said with a scoff.
"…I heard that Kiernan rented a dojo over in Action Street. When a genius like him came here, people of this city had been keeping a close eye on him."
Parks said.
"A dojo? Now he is getting his martial arts registered. Is he trying to become dojo master?"
Sven asked.
