[center][h1]Zhao Jinhai[/h1][/center]

The alarm on his phone rang, but he was already up. It was a habit he'd held since the temple: wake up earlier than designated so the monks in charge wouldn't have a reason to get on your case. He'd never quite kicked that feeling. Instead, Zhao Jinhai sat cross-legged in the middle of the fancily-padded cell they called a dormitory, and meditated. Find one's center. Attain utmost emptiness. Maintain utter stillness. Focus. And...

Form fists. 

Qi flared around his frame, and Jinhai smiled to himself briefly. Enough training of the spirit. He may as well move on to training the body. 

His stomach rumbled.

Right, after breakfast, then. Maintaining his spiritual energy did tend to take a toll on the body. He rose from his meditative pose without protest, moving to get dressed and get on with the day. Good thing that his minders at least let him keep his suits. Likely because it meant he'd comply with the dress code. Wasn't hard to when the Italians made him look so damn good. 

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Breakfast was quick and easy: rice, miso, and fish in the on-site chow hall. What he wouldn't give for some fucking youtiao or jianbing, but that was the price of getting his ass caught in Japan and not back home. Still, now that he had just enough food in him to not keel over during a workout, time to get to training.

Jinhai quickly found that someone had already beaten him to the training facility, though. Right, the new kid with the bow. Well, newer. It'd been a minute or two by now. The one with...some crap about being an entertainment personality? Jinhai grew up in a temple, it took him a year just to get used to phones and shit. Wasn't like he was all that attuned to that sort of nonsense. Last time he'd tried watching TV, he'd regretfully come to the conclusion that the monks had been on to something about the material world. And wasn't that just a crying fucking shame to prove them right?

"Yo," He raised a hand casually, the other clutching a sheathed blade from the armory. "Room for one more, kid? Didn't think I'd see someone else here this early. Crusty old bastards where I grew up would've liked you."


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