Like Oil & Water II | (Zeek)

[5:00 AM]

Start early.
Beat the worms and the fruit of your training will be ripe.

He woke by nature, lava flavored orbs dimly lit the darkness of his dorm room. His vision shifted to his roommate, another EAT student named Jason, sleep. Happily sound. A meister neither known nor forgotten. He was average like most of the students here. Undisciplined and vaguely trained. They shared meager talk, a bulk of the talk arising when he found out Drake was a weapon. Drake bounced around the topic hinting that he wasn't interested. This weapon was dedicated and proud. He knew he had the potential to become great thus someone of his stature was needed as a partner. If none would be found. Then none would be taken. Already having thought of the possibility of him being solo, the demon weapon would be content if so.

That's why even after leaving his home he trained.

Hard.

Steps as he walked down DWMA's dorm halls, duffle bag lugged over his shoulder while he walked in his bedtime gear. Solid navy blue pajama's and a white tang top that accompanying its size, was form fitted. He took few glances to his right and left catching glimpses of his peers. Some awake only because they had yet to sleep from the night before, others on hopes of beating the morning breakfast line. Very few with the same motives as Drake himself. He noted them for it was possible that he'd find someone like him among all the Meisters in the academy.

Time passed and he arrived at the academy's dojo. Nice open space graced with the traditional dojo scenery of wooden floors and padded walls. This space is usually used to hold supervised sparring among the students. Though Drake found that at this time no one usually came here. Instead it was Drake's private sanctuary. Sitting his duffle bag down, he opened it and dug out it's content, black and white basketball shorts and black running sneakers. His traditional training garments that he wore when he trained with his clan were ripped and torn from his last training session when he sparred with a short sword demon weapon.

He sighed.

The shorts that he wore would take some time getting used to though he couldn't deny their comfort-ability. Casting his duffle bag to the side he stood toward the back of the dojo furthest from the entrance in front of the mirror and begun his stretches for today's exercises.