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What does it truly mean to be a martial artist, what is hidden in the world, what course should he take. Nameless and forgotten life has taught him little more than how to lift his fists. He resigned himself to the undesired work. However luck began to smile, as a upheaval took him away to begin a new life. Yet one should never forget the treacherousness of the world.

Devil's Downfall

The section between a hotel room or the dorm is usually simple, the dorm is cheaper and has more utilitas, well some pick the hotel for privacy. Yes, medium price rooms don't require roommates but money can be tough for new adults.

I am left with no choice but the cheapest student dorm.

Opening the door the smell of body order, and chips sept into my nose. A man bigger than a truck, rounder than an air balloon sits there lifting weights. He was so big it makes you wonder how much he eats. His height even out sizing Master at 7 foot 2.

"Hello new guy." He pushed out his hand. "I'm a second year, name is Lance."

"Ahh, you're that guy, adds up. That's your bed." He pointed at the side of the room, there sits a bed covered in trash. "Don't mind the garbage." He smirked, although you could barely tell through his fat. "We just had a party."

"Yeah." He said it in a tone like that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah." Again a simple and arrogant response.

Dusting the crud off my bed. Right when I take a seat, he did the opposite, standing tall, almost hitting his head on the ceiling.

There are dorms for teachers two, but they are only for second year teachers and up. For now I'm just staying in Grant's house. He chose to be in the dorms to stay as close to Saints hand as possible, in case an incident happens.