Tatsuo was sleeping in the corner of one of the main dojos, though he was sitting up with one hand clenched tightly around the hilt of his katana. His eyes were twitching and his face was distorted slightly, almost like he was having a bad dream, which he was. Within this dream he saw a grey transparent dragon writhing in pain, trying to break free to what seemed like an invisible cage. He also saw that there was a glowing around the dragon. Soon came a large fury of fire, as it spiraled all around the dragon like twisted ring. Was this the cage that held this dragon captive? Was it suppose to be good that this dragon was not set free? Nobody knew and then Tatsuo's eyes shot open, his face drenched in sweat and he looked out at the dojo and it was quiet. When his eyes were open he noticed he had already drawn his sword and was set into an offensive stance, his eyes very shifty. Slowly he sheathed his sword, taking his sleeve and wiping the sweat off from his brow. What did this mean...? He thought.
"Not...again..."
He closed his eyes again tightly, aggitated that his mind could be so weak to have nightmares.
"I might as well at least look around for something to eat. I guess I'll get going."
He stood up and slid the door across and there he saw his beautiful village, and people who were always so humble to each other. He jumped down from the dojo, and closed the door behind him, stepping off to start his day and whatever journey's that may, and will approach him soon.