Gemotions

The wind whipped across the training grounds, carrying the scent of pine and something else, something metallic. Liam held his stance, a familiar pose honed under Master Kenji's guidance. The master, the man who shaped him, was gone, the dojo locked. He scanned the empty courtyard, his senses heightened. Every shadow held a challenge, every rustle of leaves a potential threat. He replayed the master's teachings in his head, searching for a weakness, a hidden sign in the sudden departure. He was ready for a fight, even if he did not know what he was fighting.