Not My Style

"This is his dojo..." Bella stood in front of a gated dojo, the sign of 'Immortal Dojo' hanging high above.

She wore a pretty sundress with a wide-brimmed sunhat and purse in hand. She had quite pale skin, making her look rather exotic compared to some others with tanned skin caused by the summery weather in Amaterasu.

She pushed the gate open and stepped into the dojo's yard. As she stood under the dojo's shadow, she felt fascinated by the architecture.

It was different from ordinary buildings. 

The layout of the dojo was rather open, with tatami mats stretched across the floors, which were made of straw. The first floor was surrounded by sliding doors, which could easily be opened or closed to create flexible training space.

The entrance of the dojo was an arc-shaped door with paper lanterns hanging from the roofs, and it was supported by wooden beams that were connected to the ceiling.