Shen sat upside down on a pull up bar with a snot bubble forming from his nose and a light snore coming from his throat. It was clear he was sleeping when the small sword on his back fell from its sheath ti the ground, waking him up and beginning him on his constant reps of spartan sit ups until he began to doze off once more and he slowly fell back asleep, dreaming of the battle between his father and himself. A smack from a student woke him up and set shen into an up rage only for him to fall from the bar and land on his head. Grabbing his sword he mumbled a few words to the other student before walking off to the corner and dozing again and having his dream about the home lands he had come from, they may be living in a new age but they had traditions even from the old times.