The Slow Climb To The Top (Valerie and Seigi)

It was a calm morning, one that would be ripe to use to one's advantage. Seeing as his abode lacked much in the way of training materials, Seigi thought best to go to gymnasium in order to satisfy his training. He was always ready to do so, but in a controlled environment would allow him to quietly reflect as well as exert strength. He found one not too far away, but one that was also on the way of his grocery commute, allowing him optimal time to walk his path. It seemed relatively run down and out of sight, but that was often where joy could be discovered. “A bee to a hive is natural, but a bee to a flower offers greater reward.” he said, letting his wisdom drift off into the skies above. He was wearing his normal clothes, as to exert yourself to become the greatest you can be, you must do it in what makes you most comfortable.

Rapping on the door a few times, as the establishment was barely open at such a time, Seigi waited for a response. If no one was there, he would simply continue on, and go to get the best quality tofu he could, and search for a restaurant that would give him ample relaxation and comfort in the craftsmanship of his meal. He was a man who deserved it, and he was confident in that fact. However, as his mind drifted to thoughts of cooking, he heard steps towards the front of the gymnasium. Standing in wait, he watched and listened as the mechanisms of the door began to unfurl, unlocking the door for him. When it was open, he would step through immediately, and find the best place to start his training – the aptly named 'sandbag'. Whoever he would see, he would thank, of course, but pleasantries were not to his way of speech.

As the door opened, and the voice of who he assumed was the owner of this establishment, dropped as the quick flash of a woman closed the door in Seigi's face. A relative shock to the man known as Justice, it seemed as though he was being denied, when in actuality the door opened again, to the same woman, a little less flustered than before, welcoming him inside. She was well-built for someone of her stature, and possibly age, too. As one would expect from someone in charge of a fitness centre. “Thank you. It might be best if you don't close the door on new visitors, that kind of model can deter many away from...” he paused for a moment to look around the place. It seemed homely, something clearly made by her, for others. However it was relatively unkempt too; he could tell this was a place not frequented by many. Ideal for someone who wished to be uninterrupted like him. Seigi continued to speak, facing the woman once more: “...a more one-to-one environment. This will do for me, however.”

“My name is Seigi Touma – I am the Justice at the Top of the Mountain. Who, pray tell, are you?” He would wait for the answer before beginning, it would be rude to not be courteous to the owner of an establishment, after all. Let alone someone who didn't seem to be lacking a more athletic presence. If a fight were to break out, however, he would win. Without question. Such is the way of Justice.