...the stringent asceticism at the martial arts school she joined was such a welcome relief from the opulence and endless money, her parents' insatiable appetite for acquisitions, that she nearly wept for joy the first week at the school. Alone, lying on her simple futon bed after a full day's mental and physical work, staring up through the garden at the moon and the stars, Tori had at last known a peace she had once thought could never be hers.
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