The next morning rolled around, and the sun's morning rays filled the dojo with a warm glow of the dawn.
While outside, the dojo had a slightly rundown building feeling, but inside, it was much better now with every nook and cranny tidied and cleaned.
At the bottom floor, the training hall was open and clean, with polished wooden floors and weapon racks along the walls.
A few banners of calligraphy hung above, and a small incense burner rested in a shrine-like alcove at the far end.
Paper lanterns hung from the ceiling. They weren't lit.
Upstairs, the office held a low desk with neatly stacked scrolls, a bonsai tree by the window, and a single hanging scroll of a mountain landscape.
The two bedrooms were simple—one tidy with a folded futon, a vase of flowers, and a wind chime by the window.
The other was more lived-in, with two naked figures hugging underneath a blanket, an unrolled futon underneath them, a desk strewn with papers, and a stack of books in the corner.
"Mmh…"
