The lovely skyline of Northern City looms just outside the windows, as tall buildings from both global giant Capsule Corp and local tech company Altlock stand proudly like the tallest of trees. Aircars lift off from the terminals parking in order to drive onwards towards the heart of the city. This was supposedly the city of martial arts. A place where many are of similar hobbies, intending to be the next big dojo and forge their name within the local tournaments. Now it is host for the World Tournament preliminaries which are taking place within two weeks time. Resu had barely stepped off the jet to collect her bearings when she'd notice that someone was waiting for her arrival. Just outside the drop off at the terminal stood two people near a luxurious looking aircar. The first was a young man dressed in black holding a sign which had the name of the lovely fighter upon it. The other was a woman with curly brown hair that went down to her hips. She wore a lab coat and formal attire upon her person and she had rounded spectacles that hide deep blue eyes. The driver she didn't recognize but she immediately recognizes the woman as Dr. Wijit, the scientist whom has arranged for her to take part in this research in exchange for sponsorship at the World Tournament.<br/><br/>Upon the hopeful approach, Dr Wijit, extends her hand and gives a handshake in greeting. With a pleasant smile and cheerful tone she looked quite eager to finally get started.<strong>"Greetings, Resu. Welcome to Northern City."</strong>The driver would open the door for the girls to get on in. Dr Wijit takes the initiative and climbs on in and pulls out a tablet from the side shelf on the door.<strong>"We have two weeks to prepare for the tournament and start with our research. But first the formalities."</strong>She held in her hand a stylus and offers both it and the tablet over to Resu to sign.<strong>"Take your time in reading, and if you have questions for me do ask them. The paperwork for your entrance into the tournament is already sorted out. Transparency is key in this business between us. Once signed, your accommodations await, and your entrance fee is taken care of."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cho in the meantime had managed to fly his way towards the city but eventually he had to stop at a mile or two out since it would cause a scene if he went flying into a city filled with numerous people at super sonic speeds. On top of that he could see other aircars. So he had to hoof it in order to avoid people spotting him flying like he was... or crash into em. Still fortune favors him as eventually he saw a cargo truck stop for him. By the look of him and his truck of freshly picked vegetables, he was a farmer. The straw hat shields his eyes as he then shouts.<strong>"Hey! You here for the tournament too?! Hop in!"</strong>He offers a ride to Cho into the city with a lot more subtlety and a much more relaxing method of travel. Driving on into Northern City the hustle and bustle of the crowds was ramped up as numerous tourists were walking about and exploring the stores, all eager to take advantage of the tournament by means of designer wear and martial arts paraphernalia. This allowed Cho to snack on his last meal from the village he had helped out in relative peace.<br/><br/>This was also a fantastic time for him to grill this man of agriculture for information.<strong>"You got here with two weeks to spare. Anyway, thats a good thing considering the entrance fee the martial artists have to take in order to enter. As for the whole location of the prelims, those are gonna be hosted in NC University. They get a lot of revenue from these fights so theres some big bets going around on who can topple Mr Satan from the championship."</strong>That... might be a problem with Cho's lack of funds. He might have to work and eat meager portions in order to make the tournament's requirements. But once again Cho finds himself a touch lucky in this regard. As they pull up to the supermarket the farmer gets out and notes his cargo. Theres a lot of it in truth.<strong>"Hey I got a proposition for ya bud! You got a strong set of shoulders and a good back. How about you help me do my deliveries and I'll give you some fair compensation for this, help ya get on your feet here. What do ya say?"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sha had quite the amount of adventure already and had unfortunately managed to stumble into a situation with two rival dojos. One of them had managed to succeed in taking out the top students before Sha intervened. Fortunately the Dojo-killer didn't last long against the wandering monk and ran off with his tail between his legs. However the same couldn't be said for the young man. Resting against a pillar his mentor was splinting his right arm and pushing his shoulder back into place after it had been separated.<strong>"My apologies for you having to involve yourself in the Lion Dojo's affairs. I am Master Rum, and I thank you for saving my students life."</strong>He bowed his head but Ren groaned out in painful words.<strong>"Master, the tournament! We have to-"</strong><strong>"That is no longer an option for us Brand! I will not permit you to fight when you are injured so badly. Let the Viper Dojo have our place in the tournament if they want it. But they shall not succeed any further."</strong>Master Ren said to his student and gave a sigh.<br/><br/>This encounter had led to Sha becoming their representative for the tournament in Northern City. With the entrance fee taken care of by being sponsored by the dojo, the monk only had to worry about lodging and training. But for the wandering winds, fate would conspire to bring him towards a food truck that was serving up piping hot bowls of ramen. Several tourists were there having themselves a meal. All the while the monk took the opportunity to read what was next to the truck. Specifically the promotions and adverts that were playing at the board just outside the school grounds. Each one giving him information upon the date of the tournament and the location. Still came the matters of funding his stay in the city. There was a couple of help wanted signs. Some were of the matter of being a bouncer for something called the Puff-Puff, another involved a rather luxurious looking place called the Kings Castle, with work being offered there as a waiter. A rather luxurious high end casino that was within the heart of the city. Of course he was more than able to try his luck elsewhere.