The Warmth of Home (1)

As I walked up the path leading to our training hall, I could help as my eyes watered a bit. It didn't take long for the buildings to enter our view through the treeline.

The Training Hall, or, as most martial artists call it, our dojo, was not just a single building. It was a rather large complex of buildings. 

The Main hall towered above all else. Its intricate architecture was quite unique, with black marble statues on all corners and a general dark coloured aesthetic. The buildings around it were all connected to one another. They formed a large ring, with a spacious courtyard in the centre.

A tall, sturdy wall encircled all of this, allowing passage through only the large, fancy front gate.

"This is where you live?" Inspector John asked in shock. "It's like a small castle!" He exhaled in shock.