Jacob Bergman looked up at the worn, wooden gates of the old school, back to the invitation in his hands; it was written on yellowed paper, in a flowing script reminiscent of calligraphy.
"Dear Mister Bergman,
It is my pleasure to invite you to my new martial arts school, the Celestial Academy. Here, I will help you refine your skills and make you into a true Master. My staff of tutors will also make sure you receive a normal education, and you will graduate in your intended year. Please send your response within the month.
Sincerely, Master Yufang."
It hadn't taken long to convince his mother to let him go; she'd do anything for her son, since his father had left when he was ten. Martial arts had become his way to release stress and keep himself from entering depression; he'd become one of the top Eagle-Fist users in the state of California by the time he was sixteen.
Now, he was standing in the Sierra-Nevada mountains, luggage in his hand, and a white backpack strapped to his back.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the doors creaked open to reveal an old, shrunken Chinese man in traditional Bhuddist monk's attire, who bowed to the teen that towered over him; Jacob returned the bow, deep and respectful.
"Welcome to the academy." said the old man, his hazel eyes resting on Jacob. "I am Master Yufang."
"Thank you, Master." said Jacob, straightening himself. "I am honored to have been accepted to your school."
Yufang lead him to the courtyard, new, fresh stones laying on the ground, the grass green and manicured.
Jacob blinked softly, looking around.
"Forgive my prying, Master, but where are your other students?"
Yufang's eyes crinkled at the corners, giving Jacob a soft grin.
"You are the only student there is, Jacob. I have yet to invite the others." He pointed a bony finger to one wing of the large building. "Your room is there. Go get yourself settled, and change into your uniform. Training starts now."