About time they met, lol
[Ashura had come to the dojo for practice in hopes of being warm for his own impending match with Conrad (and later drinks, naturally), but he had not expected the sight that greeted him. From the door way he watched Wolfram beat the dummies like a man beating stone with metal. Frustration was clear, anger, disappointment. He knew the feelings well, though he suspected for different reasons than the boy did now.
But he also knew that letting such anger fester was not good, and no amount of hitting a dummy would make him feel better for all it tired the body. But a tired body did not mean a tired mind, and that often led to worse things.
Stepping further in now he makes sure to let himself make sound, quiet musical notes the involve the expensive looking jewels on his ears, throat, and ankles.]
If you don't mind, spare a few men for me to work on too.
[He offers a small smile though, to show he meant no ill will in his words.]