With the yellow wheel of fire burning high in the sky, Kiernan stood before the Ok Family Dojo with an impressed look.
It was a big place, taking a large portion of the surrounding landscape, and the sound of thunderous training noises came from inside.
There was a constant stream of people going in and out of the place.
Ahead of him, a gentlemanly man opened a door for a young woman, who nodded as thanks, and with the same opening of the door, Kiernan entered the dojo right in front of the nose of the gentlemanly man.
There were four receptionist desks. There were young children, under the age of eight, sitting in their small martial arts uniforms.
It looked like they had come for their first lessons.
There were people of all ages going to Ok Family Dojo, and they even had classes for very young children.
'Will my dojo look like this one day? It would be pretty overwhelming. It takes decades to build up a dojo to this size.'
