Lian focused hard on the tatami mats that where presented in front of him. He grips the black silken wrapped handle of his custom made samurai katana, holding the sword out in front of him. He takes a deep breath inhaling from his nose while clearing his mind of everything. At the very moment before the sword is swung in that instant before the blade strikes out Lian is completely content with life and the world. Like lightning flashing in the night sky, before you can take a breath his blade flies overhead slightly diagonal in angle striking the tatami mat. Before the severed Pease of bamboo can start falling off Lian has already pivoted on his heals spinning to face the next mat. His sword flashes horizontally melting through the target like butter. Lian lunges forwards with a sort of sliding motion swinging his sword up in an arcing sweep. The chunk of rolled bamboo flies hitting the ground with a thud. Lian finishes the kata and slides his sword back into its saya (Scabbard). He pulls a cloth out from inside his gee (training shirt) and wipes the sweat from his forehead. The moon glows in the distant night sky as the stars twinkle like a thousand lightning bugs. Lian loved training at night when it wasn't as hot. The backyard of his trailer was a great place to train, The overhead light he had bought at Wal-Mart clamped right on to the tree branch above. 
	Lian hops up the one step that led into the small boxy white trailer he had obtained for under nothing. The fading yellow stripe down the side and rusting exterior didn't help the bargain. Although the built-in stove was nice. 
	He quickly changes out of his white and black samurai training outfit that looked like a baggy dress to most and changes into a comfortable pair of black gym shorts with a blue PS4 shirt he had obtained from his new job working at BestBuy. The job wasn't much but paid for food and what little bills he had. He walked to work and lived a very care free life, he liked it this way.
	He grabs an apple and hops back out into the yard. He sits down in his one and only blue plaid fold out lawn chair, props his feet up on his red igloo ice chest that rests right in front of the lawn chair and crunches into the crisp red apple chewing up the pulp and absorbing the delicious juice from within. Lian yawns and closes his eyes feeling a harsh falling sensation right as his eyelids shut. The world becomes one big blur, he hits the ground landing on his back, the apple rolling out of his hand. His eyes open, he is not where he once was. He is in a circular room flashing with strange looking computers, some people stand before him. A huge floating head catches Lians frantic attention. He is hit with a strong fight or flight urge. his eyes darting back and forth as he looks for his sword.