It was just after sunrise and Danny could be found in the main area of the Dojo. He was wearing his scrub pants which had turned into his pajama pants and was sitting at the center of the matted room. His back was to the wall and the dragon tattoo on his chest was exposed. His legs were crossed and his eyes closed as she struggled to center his feelings and thoughts.
Rage and temper swirled within him but he suppressed it and exhaled a steady breath.
It was very early in the morning and Danny wasn't expecting people to begin showing up for a few hours.
He began his own training, shifting through different forms and poses. He kept his body both rigid and fluid with his front to the door to see if anyone else was going to come in. The Dojo was completely silent except for the soft rustling of Danny's bare feet against the grass mats.
HAND-TO-HAND CLASSES/SPARRING
"What can I help you with?"
Danny had a few people that he had already arranged to teach and a few people who he sparred with from time to time. His schedules were fluid and often changed with the events of the village but he tried to keep his regularly daily habits predictable so that people could find him. He was Ironfist but that title meant less here than it had back in New York.
The Dojo was his new purpose. He'd train and he'd teach.
When he wasn't teaching or sparing, he was standing against the wall of the Dojo watching its occupants. His arms were crossed over his chest and his expression was severe as he studied those practicing. He knew everyone who used the space and watched to varying degrees to see what people knew. More often than not, he found himself making mental notes of who should spend more time sparring together and who would benefit most learning beneath him or one of the other teachers.
He wanted to uphold a high standard but he couldn't help but hear Colleen's voice ringing harshly in his head. The Dojo could be a safe space but Danny had no idea how to do that.
Danny Rand -- Open To All
Rage and temper swirled within him but he suppressed it and exhaled a steady breath.
It was very early in the morning and Danny wasn't expecting people to begin showing up for a few hours.
He began his own training, shifting through different forms and poses. He kept his body both rigid and fluid with his front to the door to see if anyone else was going to come in. The Dojo was completely silent except for the soft rustling of Danny's bare feet against the grass mats.
Danny had a few people that he had already arranged to teach and a few people who he sparred with from time to time. His schedules were fluid and often changed with the events of the village but he tried to keep his regularly daily habits predictable so that people could find him. He was Ironfist but that title meant less here than it had back in New York.
The Dojo was his new purpose. He'd train and he'd teach.
When he wasn't teaching or sparing, he was standing against the wall of the Dojo watching its occupants. His arms were crossed over his chest and his expression was severe as he studied those practicing. He knew everyone who used the space and watched to varying degrees to see what people knew. More often than not, he found himself making mental notes of who should spend more time sparring together and who would benefit most learning beneath him or one of the other teachers.
He wanted to uphold a high standard but he couldn't help but hear Colleen's voice ringing harshly in his head. The Dojo could be a safe space but Danny had no idea how to do that.