[Ashura finally saw the boy and had to knod to himself. Good, he was meditating, which was better than he could ask of someone so knew to what he was about to attempt to teach him. He hoped he could, but there was no guarantee that the power he used was in any way similar to Ryo's other than it used fire as its element. Still, it was worth a try and the boy deserved at least that.
He approached, feet padding quietly over the sand with near deliberate distribution of weight.]
Ryo.
[He did not yell, but he thought he was loud enough to break through the silence that usually falls about someone when meditating, stopping some feet from him, his white robes contrasting against dark sand and black clad legs.]