The dojo under the ownership of Aaron Tanaka, specializing in kendo and other forms of armed combat. It is a two story building, the dojo taking up the majority of the first floor, and Aaron's apartment above.

So sure he could go to Lucas's dojo but truth of the matter is after you spend almost a month with someone, especially a boy scout like him, you want to find little excuses to get away.  Cruising through the yellow pages he managed to find this place.  Now he would have called, but his mind still had a chance to wonder and it wouldn't do for his powers to kick in during the phone call with someone that didn't know of his abilities.  Flexing his hands slowly he gives a sigh as he runs a few fingers through his hair, closing his hands behind his shades.  Checking to see if the door is unlocked, he'll open it and head on in if it isn't.  Otherwise he'll stand at the front door and knock quietly against the glass with a key or ring a doorbell if one is available.

The door was unlocked, and, in fact, there was a current lesson in progress.

"Again!" an authoritarian voice shouted, instructing the myriad children and young adults to perform the stroke. With several shouts and cries, the class brought their boken down in an almost synchronized motion. "Again! You will do this strike until it is engraved in your mind! Until you do it in your sleep! Again!" the voice said again, coming from a lean man in a black gi at the front of the class.

He gives a glance to Hotwire, then one to the clock. "It appears our time is up. Remember, students, honing the mind is as important as honing the body. Meditate on what you have learned today," he said. Bowing, he finished, "Respect and honor." The class repeated in chorus, and went their separate ways.

Making his way over to the newcomer, Aaron said, "Welcome to my dojo. I am Aaron Tanaka. You do not appear to be one of my students. Are you seeking lessons?"

Zeke quietly, respectfully, looks over the class as they excercise.  Standing off to the side.  Now he can share the physical description of a number of people.  It isn't known that the guy who was sighted in three different states; Idaho, Montana and Florida in that order, has any connection to the Legacy.  Sketches of him were plastered on the news though most people that see him in passing just brush it off as coincidence and the few that do are politely told they are mistaken.  Showing them a video he took of a party he was at that day with a few friends in Weston at his apartment.  He started carrying it around becuase he was tired of having to discourage the few people that approached that the sketch was infact not him.  The house in Idaho was melted while the family was out camping, the elderly man in Montana was saved from having a heart attack and the family in Florida firmly denies ever having seen him, despite their neighbors for a time saying otherwise.  What was most odd of the sightings was that they all took place within a two hour window.

"Ezekiel Urban, folks just call me Zeke though.  And yeah, was looking for a dojo to take lessons in.  My mentor from Juvee said I should look into the martial arts.  At the time I suggested he do something that was anatomically impossible but well I had a bit of a life changing experience lately and thought maybe the guy was on to something."

A hand is extended towards him as he approaches and Aaron introduces himself.  Zeke also has yet to remove his sunglasses.

With a smile and a handshake, Aaron responded, "Well, I'm honored that you'd choose my establishment. I mostly focus on kendo, the art of traditional Japanese swordsmanship, but do offer training in many other styles, both armed and unarmed. The schedule for lessons is different, depending on the art. The general cost is about $180 total for a year, not including equipment if required. Interested?"

There was only so much he could tell the guy in a way, and if not for just the mental discipline and hand to hand combat so he wouldn't have to always resort to using his gadgets he'd think this was all rather silly.  Remembering the class from before there is a soft chuckle at the thought of it, a grin that likely would have had Friday locking up all pieces of loose tech in Machinesmith's lab in a second if she saw it forms over his lips.

"Sounds great.  I have to say, Kendo ...  I am guessing that is what I saw earlier?  Sounds quite intriguing.  I was thinking just an unarmed Martial Art but well this could be quite interesting.  When would I be able to start and thank you for not asking me to remove my sunglasses.  Admitedly you're the third dojo I've tried in the area.  Parahumans are still rarely trusted it seems."

His voice quiets and after the students had cleared out he felt it only right that his future sensei? would know why he would wear the sunglasses during his training.  The blood vessels and irises of his eyes were a decidely bright green color.  Every once in a while a pulse of light would travel along one blood vessel that traveled from one side of his eye to another.

"The only problem most people have with kendo," Aaron said with a small sigh, "is that it's not exactly... capable of being used for self-defense. Carrying a sword in public is a bit of a... social faux-pas, if you will."

Aarong grinned when Zeke mentioned parahumans. "You will find that I am most accepting of parahumans. While most fear them for being different, I respect - or disrespect, as the case may be - them for what they do. As for being the third dojo... have you tried Dragon and Tiger? Because of you turned them down in favor of me..." The smirk grew wider, and a mischievous glint came to his eye. "I would be most honored.

"I'm friends with Lucas Martinez.  Spend a bit of time with him already, thought it would be nice to have a bit of my own time here is all.  So yeah, I was using Dragon and Tiger as a last resort.  As for socially acceptable, I gotta say, I've never been one for caring what society thinks of me, I am who I am.  Then again it's nice not to have people stare at me too every single second."

Slipping his shades back on he looks around at the dojo again, giving a slow breath.  The old Zeke never would have showed his face in a place like this.

"I certainly have ways of concealing a sword though it will probably be a while till I get one.  Probably longer till I can actually use it effectively or even have a chance, but a little discipline certainly wouldn't be too bad for me.  When would it be good to get into a class?  And thank you."

Walking toward the back, Aaron gestured Zeke to follow. <Brown>"I'll get the registration forms. Just a few things, general information and mostly for formality. The next class is two days from now, but, seeing as how I yet have a few minutes before locking up, I can give you little primer on the basics now, if you wish.

Following after him easily he keeps his body relaxed and looks over the dojo a little closer.  Just taking in the small details.  Force of habbit taking in the entrances and exits.  Almost like he was casing the place.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind a little impromtu warm up for the actual class since you're offering."

Nodding and tossing Hotwire a boken, Aaron said, "Alright. The basics. I have numbered the eight basic strikes, a thrust being nine, and a parry ten. However, you will need to learn the numbers in Japanese, for it's my habit to shout them as such. In the eight cardinal directions, clockwise, it goes ichi, ni, san, shi, go roku, shichi, hachi." As he said the words, he demonstrated each stroke with a boken of his own. "Kyuu," he said as he thrusted the wooden sword forward, "And jyuu." he finished, bringing his false sword across his chest in a parrying motion.
"Understand? Be warned, I will not say them in order all the time. For example, ichi, go, jyu." As he said them, he brought his sword down, then back up, then across in a parry.
"Show me you understand the stikes, in order."

Catching the boken easily he tests the balance and looks it over carefully, taking in every detail.  What he had planned was going to take some getting use to, but this gave him ideas.  A brush of his fingers is given to the hilt and shaft, taking in their features.  He is paying attention to Aaron as well and when he gives the assignment, Zeke nods and demonstrates the movements.

He was used to some movement, having stayed in relative good shape though still a bit of a beanpole.  He was going to have to adjust it slightly, and there is evidence of the gears rolling slowly in his head as he demonstrates them first in order as almost mirror images of how Aaron showed him as well as a second round of more sure movements and shouts though with one distinction.  He was already taking the first steps of making the art his own.  Of note mainly, there is much care taken to keep the blunt side of the blade farther out from his body.

A grin slowly forms and an apologetic nod is given.

"Sorry.  In class I won't do that.  It's about your teaching and staying with everyone else, right.  I was in a fencing club back in Juvee.  Some where between my attitude and improvisation, the teacher decided I was going to be detrimetal to the class."

It didn't help that he wiped the floor with who the teacher decided was going to be his star pupil, either.