Chapter 13: Mix mess dojo
A week passed after that incident.
As Ben peered through the window, he noticed his father, Carl, skillfully manoeuvring the car along the street. The car's exterior gleamed under the sunlight, reflecting a pristine shade of metallic silver.
The car moved effortlessly, propelled forward by its powerful engine. Its tires made a gentle humming sound as they smoothly rolled over the asphalt.
With each turn of the steering wheel, Carl guided the car with precision, expertly navigating through traffic and maintaining a steady pace.
" What kind of dojo was it? " Ben asked.
" You will know. It is a surprise. " Carl replied with a smile.
The car gracefully weaved through traffic, smoothly accelerating and decelerating as needed. The hum of the engine blended with the soft background music playing from the car's speakers, creating a serene ambience within the vehicle.
" Do you remember the road? " Carl asked.
Ben nodded.
" Good. You can come here with a bike from now on. "
" That is great. "
" But don't go to dangerous places. Can I trust you, Ben? " Carl observed through the corner of his eyes.
Ben was silent after that he gave his promise.
As they approached the dojo, Ben could see the traditional Japanese architecture standing out amidst the surrounding buildings. The dojo's exterior featured a wooden façade adorned with intricate carvings and a sloping roof that added a touch of elegance to the structure.
The car came to a halt as Carl parked nearby, and they stepped out onto the sun.
Ben's anticipation grew as they made their way towards the dojo's entrance, passing through a small garden adorned with bonsai trees and a stone pathway.
' The place is big. I don't expect this to be grand. '
Upon entering the dojo, Ben's senses were greeted by a serene and focused atmosphere. The scent of polished wood and incense lingered in the air, while the sound of light footsteps and the faint rustle of traditional clothing echoed through the spacious training area.
The interior was adorned with traditional Japanese décor, including calligraphy scrolls, wooden katana displays, and motivational quotes lining the walls.
The tatami mat flooring, soft yet resilient beneath their feet, added to the authentic ambience of the dojo.
Ben could see other students, dressed in crisp white uniforms known as gis, engaged in various exercises and training drills. The rhythmic sound of punches and kicks meeting focus pads filled the air.
' With this kind of place, I thought many students would be here but about 30 are here. '
As Ben was about to ask Carl.
The sensei approached him. The teacher's appearance conveyed wisdom and experience, with features that reflected a life well-lived.
His eyes, deep and piercing, held a spark of intensity that commanded respect. Behind their gaze, one could glimpse the vast reservoir of knowledge and understanding accumulated over decades of training and teaching.
They seemed to carry the weight of countless stories and life lessons, drawing you in with their quiet yet powerful presence.
His movements were deliberate and purposeful.
He stood at a moderate height, his well-toned physique revealing the strength and agility that martial arts training imparts. Clad in a traditional black gi, the fabric draped perfectly over his body, signifying his mastery and authority in the art form.
He smiled at Carl and hugged him.
" Long time no see, Boy. " He laughed.
Carl also hugged back. " Yeah. I am busy with my job, Richard. "
Richard nodded. " Well, need something and who is that? "
Carl patted Ben's shoulder and said. " He is my son, Ben. He said he wanted to learn Martial arts so you poped up in my mind. "
" I am flatter. "
Carl looked at Ben. " Well, I will pick you up. Don't cause trouble here. "
Ben nodded as he gazed at Carl leaving.
" Here. " A voice came from behind, Ben turned around. A White object flew in his direction. He immediately grabbed it.
Looking through the object it was Gi.
" Great Reflex. Change Your clothes and come over there. I will be waiting. " Richard said and walked toward the padded area.
Ben nodded. He looked around and found the room.
After wearing the uniform he was surprised at his skinny body. ' Maybe because of these clothes. '
Ben walked. On the way, he saw some students punching at the same bag and kicking. Some were swinging their wooden sword.
The padded area was marked by a boundary of mats, ensuring a safe and cushioned environment for training.
As Ben approached, he could see Richard standing tall and composed.
As Ben approached Richard nodded at him. He called out a name which was familiar to Ben.
" Come here. J.T. "
' So he is training here as well. ' Ben looked around.
J.T who was running around in the sand quickly clean his foot and come toward their area.
All the people here are barefoot.
The moment he saw Ben, his face was full of surprises. Ben only nodded and looked at Richard.
' J.T had been training here for a week. He always the basic of basic. Now, I am training his body to be agile. Have you practised something beforehand? "
" I just trained Bow and Arrow last week. "
Richard nodded. " Great. Not that much. Spar with J.T. I wanted to see the extent of your struggle. "
Ben nodded and come forward. " I can use anything right? "
Richard nodded in approval. " This Dojo has no particular style. We trained foundation for your choice and talent. So use your full strength. "
" You said so. " Ben smirked. He stretched his muscles to release some tension.
And do some warm-ups. He looked at J.T and he was also the same thing.
" Look like you are doing something. " Ben asked.
" Haha. " J.T made a dry laugh. " I am just trying to change. "
" Good for you. Now don't hold back your training. " Ben said. The previously relaxed gaze vanished. All that remained by the eye of the survivor.
Ben raised his hand, ready to attack at any moment.
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