I woke up on a bed, my body healed. I got up and stood to test that exactly out, it was true I had mended well. I walked towards the door and found my clothing on a table beside it's location. I put them on, they also were somewhat fixed, not perfectly, but enough to keep my dignity. 

I left the room to find myself in a passage that was open to a garden, aside from the ways of the passage. I walked into the garden. There were several people doing Martial Arts in uncanny dance formations. I got nearer. The spar was marvelous, each moments of hesitation were tried to be groomed by a body tempo - sometimes the Martial Artist would go in an entirely different direction to a flick of their body to master their techniques, as the opponent would react in countenance to their reflexes to ponder with sight and hold their positions. it became obvious more and more that these two Martial Arts have been at this for years.