The man known as Warsman had undergone as many changes as the seasons. His constantly changing powers over his chi physically changed him. Six months after the beginning of his training with Ishin Keijijo, Dmitri now wore a mane of orange hair - much like his original hair color - and was remarkably shorter than his previously less restrained form. His muscles were much smaller as well, with most of his body having been converted into raw chi energy. He meditated silently in the misty glen. It was much too early for anyone reasonable to be awake, yet he calmly sat in the middle of the morning dew as it settled around and on top of him. Interestingly, his body had been pierced with a multitude of rods in order to him to better control his chi. This worked leaps and bounds better than the eye patch and chest bandage ever did because the rods did not destroy his chi in order to keep it in check. They worked as a graceful balancing system, skillfully designed and surgically implemented without flaw by Ishin himself.
Six months with the Impero had filled Dmitri's mind with truly peerless amounts of information, but there was still far more for him to learn. A dense fog of pure chi energy - Dmitri's naiatsu - hung over the area, causing the water droplets around him to defy gravity and begin to float. He could sense his master was nearby.