Jaren went home and began his training ritual. He stood inside the room in his home that had nothing but a bamboo mat across the floors and scrolls hanging on the walls. He took up a stance with his hands in front of him pressed together. He bowed to an invisible opponent. He then began to kick his legs. Sideways kicking to the right. An arc kick up and over his head. Backwards kick the high front kick. Low foot thrust. Repeating these things with his other leg. Then his fists began to move. He launched into the air and came down at an angle. Kicking the ground and forced himself back into the air. He began to back flip until he landed on a hand spiraling himself into the air and spin kicked. Landing on the tips of his toes on his right foot only. He launched himself into the air and began to somersault and then land on a hand. Flipping himself through the air. He continued this until sweat glistened his chest. He stopped long after the sun had gone down. Taking a shower and went to bed. Waking the next morning and he repeated the training ritual of the night before. He then once again showered. Cooking her an omelet with ham, onion, bell peppers, cheese in the eggs before cooking , and sliced cheese in it near the end. He wrapped it in foil to keep it warm then stuck it in the container. He dressed and left the house. Container on the passenger seat. Around eight oclock he pulled into her driveway. Turning the car off and removed the keys. Exiting and locking the car before going up and knocking on her front door.