[b]Dendus[/b]
Olympics over, all's back to the usual jobs in the island. Again with the same people doing the same job they want, talk and talk, and some even opted to train in the dojo. Now, Dendus had planned to have a regular training schedule while he was stationed on this island, and to be more specific, techniques using his black tendril wings. Athalia is a place for strange people, including people with prehensile wings, therefore this institution must've developed at least one move for an extra limb or more. 

Thoughts aside, Dendus tooks steps to the trail towards the dojo, where probably a bunch of bozos who might have said they were going to do practice instead made it a hangout place with ridiculous activities that aren't training. The way towards his intended location was annoying to cross, however, since flurries of falling leaves continuously showered upon him with every gust that swept upon the land.