"Uh... Fine then. I wonder how my bike is gonna take your stuff... you may have to sit on my lap." he joked, and gestured for her to follow. He briskly walked over to the other gym, a bigger one, now full of people in same white outfits like his - the only difference being the belts. Their were mostly blue, while his was brown with a single stripe. He clapped his hands, the black leather gloves making a surprisingly sharp sound, and they all turned their heads.<br/><br/>"Alright, finish whatever you're doing and get to work! You all have a lot of work and no time to talk!" he proclaimed loudly, standing in the door. They shut up almost immediately, and most of them stood up. Akira led Abigail to the corner of the hall. "You can sit down here, or somewhere around. Try to avoid the students, I don't want you to get kicked..." he told her silently, softly stroking her cheek. "It only takes one hour for the lesson. You can go out, there's toilets out in the corridor."<br/><br/>After that, he had to return to his students to start the lesson. They all repeated the motions, at first just warm-up exercises that progressed into simple kicks and punches. The group was quite small, fortunately, and they appeared to be quite experienced, too. He soon moved to practicing more advanced techniques with them. Then, when the whole starting practice was done, he let them sort themselves into pairs, himself taking one volunteer to show a rather complicated series of kicks and punches. His speed was surprising - even for a long-time teacher, it was more like a series of black-and-white flashes.