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The Ming dojo had twenty-four students at the current time, and Sun appeared to be the only instructor staffed, but she managed the group well enough.  She moved with precision and grace as she padded from student to student to offer instruction and to correct their form and movements through demonstrations. Today they were focusing on the bo staff, and students were paired off with one another. The staves were padded, but had enough heft to them to leave the occasional careless student smarting from the impact.

The students - mostly ranging from late teens to young adults - were advanced enough that they required only minimal correction from Sun as she walked up and down the length of the dojo to observe their movements with an approving gaze. It was clear to see that Sun enjoyed her work, and that she viewed her students with an element of pride.

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The last of the students were trickling from the dojo, while a few lingered to exchange conversation with Sun, but soon they too were on their way until Sun and Izumi had the place to themselves once more. It had grown warm in the interior of the building frrom the body heat generated throughout the days practice, and Sun was helping herself to a bottle of water from a small mini-fridge in the back office. The dojo it would seem was a mingling of traditional and modern elements.

"Do you want anything?" she asked Izumi as she poked her head out from the doorway to the office room.