The nighttime arrived in the small town of Dusk Town, and it was the darkest of nights as the moon hid behind a thick blanket of clouds.
While the training had ended for today, the hardworking martial arts students went back to their rooms and enjoyed the little free time they had.
Doors swung wide open, music played through the speakers, and laughter echoed down the hallways.
Walking up the stairs of the second floor, Dante arrived at the third floor and saw all the doors wide open.
He looked into one of the rooms and saw a young man watching a martial arts competition on his computer, occasionally cursing as his team was losing.
"…"
Dante stayed silent and checked out another room, where a group of people were studying quietly, not even noticing his presence.
There were all kinds of people in the dojo—some diligent, some more eccentric types, and a few who seemed to be lost in their own world.
"Homerun!"
