[center][color=BlueViolet][h2]Jerus Goran[/h2]
Race Human
Power Level 910
Location Gonjoda Dojo-Central Capitol
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For the Gonjoda Dojo in Central Capitol, it was just another day of class. In the front you had the youngest trainees, in perfectly white Gi's and an excited look in their eyes. Towards the middle you had the teens, some in white Gis, some in other colors ranging from gray to blue with green, orange, and brown in-between, some of who were as excited as the young ones, some who were there to kill time, and some who were genuinely looking for self defense training. Now it should be noted that of the large group there, including the adults who were there in order to become good enough to enter the local tournament, the youngest looked up to the man in his dark red and black Gi as a hero. Jerus Goran was well known as the champion of the local tournament for the last four years and taking first in a World Tournament two years prior, after besting his own father for the title of World Champ. He was also known for taking out a couple of street gangs who had thought to try and "collect" protection money from the dojo owner, which was one of the big reasons he was liked so well by the town citizens.

However, on this day, he stood before the collection of all his classes with a smile on his face. All of these people had been taking his class due to various reasons, mainly his prices, but they were all excelling. He knew there were several youngsters who would be testing to remove their pure white Gi for one of gray and gold. It would be an important ceremony for them, because it meant that they had mastered the basics of Gonjoda and were ready to begin their lower level intermediary skills. [color=BlueViolet]"Alright, after your classes today, we'll have some rank tests, so don't wear yourselves ragged doing your drills and training. After that, I'm hosting a barbecue at home tonight to celebrate those who pass. Everyone's invited!"[/color] Cheers went up and Jerus dismissed them, watching them head for different rooms of the dojo still with a smile. He had been told many times that other Dojos, such as the Dragon's Fist Dojo in Parsley City, supposedly had more levels of skill between white and their mastery color, but he had fewer because he felt that the level of mastery needed to attain the next level was so much higher than other styles of martial arts. However, that was simply his personal feelings on the matter. Turning, he headed to his office to get some of the paperwork done before the Blues were ready for their tests.

As he walked by their training room, he glanced inside to check on the only other Red Gi wearer in the dojo, his prize pupil who had come in second in last year's local tournament. People believed that he had clearly had the advantage over this student, but both knew the match had been closer than it had appeared. Smiling in confidence, Jerus closed the door and stopped at a window looking outside where people walked along the streets. It was a serene scene, even with the loud hovercars flying by on the streets. It was a sign of normality.