[PS] Burter's Dojo

[Kami]

The old Namekian made his way through the lobby into the dojo. He didn't intend to fight with anyone yet, and if he did he'd be sure to keep a low profile. No sense in getting worn out before the big fight even begins. He brushed past a few other combatants working away, taking jabs at invisible opponents or smacking a punching bag with an ironic kick.

He caught a few funny glances in his direction. He hid the smile and limped a little bit, his age showed and was apparent to the other fighters. Some of the more cocky young ones were somehow entertained by the fact that suck an old being was in their presence, but the ones who were more sharpened and hardened by years of training and experience were not as quick to cast judgement.

The Namekian found an out of the way room, off in a corner and took a moment to stretch himself out. A couple slow punches in the air, a kick he caught with his hand and a slap back down to the ground. Nothing too fancy, nothing too flashy. Then he quietly sat down on the floor and closed his eyes. He went off to a state of meditation, aware of his surroundings, but at peace with his inner emotions. He slowly hovered up above the mat floor and took in a deep breath.

He would wait for the tournament to start, this deep breath may be his last for a long while, so he had better enjoy it.