[I]Inside the Black Heaven and Earth Dojo[/I]

Zhao stood before his students with his hands in the pockets of his pants. All eyes were on him and what he would decide for the dojo. With the threat of the creatures harming the nations and the call for warriors, the students were all pulling for their master. They wanted him to join. Not to defend the nation but instead to bring glory to the Dojo. The more exposure, the more people that would seek tutelage, and that more that dojo could spread it's knowledge. It was a solid plan with only one glaring hole; Zhao's death would destroy the Dojo's reputation. Death was not a pretty idea for Zhao; he was secure in his abilities despite the high risk. The Grandmaster slowly rubbed the back of his neck accompanied by a heavy sigh. 

"Come on. You can do it Senpai." 

"Fine. People do need to understand our style and I'd suck if those monsters wrecked our home." Not even a breath left Zhao's mouth before his students were glossy-eyed and exclaiming their joy over the decision. He didn't want to just leave his Dojo unmanned so, fortunately he had been training his eldest student in the art of teaching. For now that would be good enough until Zhao's return. He quickly brought an end to the commotion by signaling for his students to get back into form. For now they would finish the training session. No lesson was ever left at a cliffhanger. The session didn't alleviate the thoughts of fighting powerful monsters that roamed in Zhao's mind now. "What am I thinking? This could be fun."

[I]3 hours later[/I]

The Crimson Barracks overshadowed Zhao's body as he gazed upon it. He had never seen it up close in his life, always thinking that he'd never have to. There was a larger group of people gathered around the front of the barracks; a few people recognized Zhao from his time in one of the tournaments. Despite inquiring a few moments ago about any information anyone had about this, no one provided any helpful info. A shrug of his shoulders indicated his notion to finally enter the building. His eyes roamed the barrack's interior whilst he walked in. Previous thoughts suggested the place was grand in appearance on the inside. There would be golden embroidery and the like. Instead it looked quite normal to Zhao. Finally he reached the one of the chairs near the couple that had walked in before, spun the chair around, and sat in it backwards. 

"So....I'm here to volunteer, General."