Early one evening, not thirty minutes after the sun has dropped below the western horizon, Solomon will come to the dojo. Before hand, he made preparations, disguising himself as a young, bald man in a black track suit.

I open the door, seeing the man, "Can I help you?"

Solomon seems confused for a moment, cocking his head to the side.

"This is a school?... Are you accepting students?..."

 "We are always accepting students, though I might ask why you choose this school compared to the other plethora that are to be found?"

"Our art is not very common and not often practiced, what do you seek to learn here?"

Solomon hesitates for a moment before answering.

"... I... uh... had a dream..."

He points to the kanji printed on the window.

"... I don't know what it says... but I'm... suppose to come here... I dreamed it..."

 "That does sound as if you were guided here by the kami, I do have a few classes that could use another student. What are you wishing to know? It would help in understanding what level of knowledge you are entering with. Would you care for some tea?"

"I am seeking to better my control over mind and body."

Solomon follows the man into the dojo, glancing around somewhat nervously at his surroundings. He pauses once the question of tea comes up.

"Uh... no thank you... I... uh... No thank you."

He bows his head in apology and continues on, into the building.

 "Please sit," offering a mat.

"I would hear of what you know and what you are seeking to better guide you. I teach many things, not just simple martial arts. Ninjitsu is a way of life, a guide to living in harmony. I would hear of your ideas, that you might understand what you are finding here."

Solomon takes up the lotus position on the floor. Though his demeanor is calm, his eyes dart around, scanning the room. They finally rest on Toshi as he begins to speak.

"I know some of the basics of self defense, though nothing to speak of... I seek... discipline... and the strength to face the injustices of the world..."

He seems as though he wishes to say more, but stops there.

 He ponders this quietly over his tea before replying.

"There are many injustices in the world and you will never overcome them all. Each is there of its own volition and must be faced with open eyes. I can assist your vision, but my specific area of expertise is a bit more mercenary in political venues and a bit more stoic in social constructs. Only you can allow anyone to help you though, it is from your opened mind that will spring your new emergence and what you have become, your own doings," as he sits and continues his tea calmly reflecting on this student.

Solomon's brow furrows in thought. At first, his words are hesitant, but quickly, the grow in fervor.

"My eyes have been opened... I have seen so much... more than any should... But I know that I can never see all, and so I must strike only in times of need, when no other path is certain. Evil is all about and can never be truly vanquished... but still, it must be fought with every ounce of strength, until my bones are dust."

 "I shall teach you then, perhaps I may shed some patience and understanding upon your journey to understanding. My art was at one time considered demonic and favored only by those of ill repute. One must of course consider the source of opinion and judgement, ponder this in your affairs. Perhaps your sight may be broadened in understanding your adversaries motivation and drive."

He looks upon the man, wondering what trials have lead this man to his door, perhaps there is more to him then his first assessment had revealed. Only time would tell...

"Thank you for your words of wisdom. I am eager to speak with you more... but for now, I must go... Their are things that need seeing to..."

He hastily stands and bows to Toshi.

"Thank you again..."