OOCAs mora woke up, he slid on his usual light blue gi with his usual black under shirt. It's been quite strange since he came... here and had noticed a large lack of martial arts here. He brushed his somewhat spiky black hair, but once again to no prevail. He went downstairs of his new home and took a shower, ate breakfast, and walked out the door. He isn't exactly a normal kid, considering he's an 11 year old with purple skin that can fly and shoot ki, but at least he wasn't crazy...