
Rain could be heard, as it hit the ground, flying through the open roof of a large building on Rysil II. The roof was part of a small house that was attached to the main structure. The whole house was the house a young Ex-Jedi Knight called Hayato had grown up in. Many years ago, a small Hayato had been running through the rooms and corridors of this house, now a grown up Hayato was striding through them, looking for a place where he could settle down and do some training. As he was walking through the rooms he remembered days long past. Days from a happier time, when he was still united with his parents. He continued so until he saw the one room he had trained in as a child. The room whit the open roof. When he looked at it, memories of him and his father reappeared in his mind and he could almost see him and his father, repeating the same movements again and again and again. Those memories made a smile appear on his face. But enough of the past, it was time to train.
A couple of hours later, Hayato was still repeating the techniques. He had taken a couple breaks to regain his strength, but he had kept training for those couple hours. By now his clothes were completely soaked by the rain and he had most likely caught a cold. He was still jumping around and moving acrobatically through the air and on the ground. His blade was roaring through the air, vaporizing every single drop of rain it passed by or came in contact with. Hayato was almost completely oblivious to everything around him. He was too focused on the training and execution of the movements and he would most likely not notice it if anyone interrupted him, even though he had let the Templars know where he was, so that if anyone needed something from him they could come to this place and talk to him about whatever they needed help with.
@[member="Idiian Sayali"]