It wasn't that bad, right? Hitoshi thought that day through his head, he didn't understand why that date was terrible; but frankly, he didn't really mind. Raika stated never wanting to see him again, so he did what he does best. Get back up and keep moving. It was just how he was, no matter what happens, just keep going. It was even better if he had a direction to go or had a goal at the end; life didn't always work out like that. Whatever nothing like a little Hapkido wouldn't solve. Opening the door to the dojo he worked at, a smile on his face seeing his colleague in his lesson slot with kids. To each instructor, their own.
Hitoshi entered the changing room, changing out of his casual clothes into a black gi. Tying the knot of his belt, it always felt weird seeing it black rather than the other colors each time he put it on. It was a rather warming thought he advanced so far in such a short expanse of time, it was disappointing reflecting on what got him this far, but the past is history. What came tomorrow was a mystery and today is a new gift, that's why they call it the 'present'; or, 'just another day.' Whichever worked for people. Hitoshi wasn't one to question it,
Exiting the dressing room and putting his belongings in a locker, the man grabbed one of the corresponding keys to lock it. Placing it in a draw in one of the check-in drawers, Hitoshi waited idly by as his colleague finished his lesson, each and every kid bowed before exiting and their upkeep of the long-standing historical tradition made Hitoshi proud of the young generation. He waited a few more minutes before bowing himself to enter in the practice hall. As far as he could tell, there were no students, which wasn't surprising, the adult and young adult classes were almost always scarce.
Taking the time to run practice drill himself was usually how the man kept himself busy, Just another day at Hanzo's.