Takuto nods gratefully. "Sort of--it's out the back." Though, really, all of the other buildings were somewhere 'out the back' of the temple. He leads Mizael past the warmed pool at the back of the temple and across the grassy knoll to their left is a very Japanese-looking building which Takuto will probably forever call a dojo. Even though it really isn't--the height of the ceilings make it seem more like a living space than a training space. But there's a wraparound porch and sliding paper doors and more tatami mat flooring that you'd really know what to do with.

"It's got a lot of rooms but so far they're all empty," he says as he sits on the porch and kicks off his shoes. "Except for some decorations and there's a koto and a flute in there somewhere, but I can't remember where."