Jima’s signature grin gets bigger at Smokey’s question, deactivating the hoverboard mechanism and grabbing the handle just before the massive sword hits the ground. “Plenty big. We’re talking Deathstalkers, Creepers, and probably a King Tajitu if we’re really lucky. And hey, the more the merrier! When it comes to fighting Grimm, the more firepower we’ve got, the better.” She confirms, before flicking a switch on the hilt of the sword. The blade collapses inwards and practically halves in size, letting her slide it into a sheath on her back, before she sets off out of the training range towards the Emerald Forest - beckoning for the herd of first years to follow.
Unfortunately for their motley little crew, what would follow would be nearly an hour of walking through the depths of the Emerald Forest. At the very least, Jima was an intrepid tour guide - spouting off a wide variety of facts about both Grimm and her weapon, barely stopping to breath as she rambled on and on about the composition of the alloy in her weapon, and the major weak spots of a King Tajitu. The path they’d be following could barely be described as more than a deer’s trail for the majority of it as Jima led them further and further, seemingly without end to the hike - until she’d burst through the sudden end to the treeline with a triumphant “Ah-ha!” and out onto an ancient stone road.
“C’mon, this way!”
Giving an abrupt about-face, Jima would beckon to the group to follow her down the worn-out road, overgrown with moss and dead leaves. In the distance would a massive stone wall nearly three stories tall, made from the same crumbling stone as the road. At the base was a worn-down arch, acting as the entryway for a rough-hewn tunnel that sloped upwards through the thick stone - and where Jima would promptly stroll as if she’d done it before.
“I found this place way back in my first year, when I was out exploring the Emerald Forest for the first time.” Jima explained, her voice faintly echoing off the walls of the tunnel. “According to what I could dig up from the library, this is a colosseum from waaay before the Greyed War - people from all over would come here to spectate fighting. I couldn’t find much else beyond that, but it’s still a really fucking awesome place to find.”
At the end of the tunnel, the motley crew of hunters-in-training would break out into the overcast sunlight once again, revealing the massive collueseam that stretched before them. The open field was nearly the length of a football field, surrounded by a high wall with a several large openings along the length of it. The group would emerge from the tunnel’s entrance into the stands where they could observe the ancient colosseum in all it’s glory - before Jima would beckon for her to follow them again, trotting down a worn-out staircase before picking her way down a section of the arena wall that had crumbled with age - leading them all to the arena’s floor.
“The reason this area is so convenient to us is the fact that with all the fighting that went on in ancient times - well, to paraphrase it lightly, there was a lot of bloodshed.” Jima said casually, unsheathing her sword to transform it back into it’s full length. “Even it was entertaining to people back then, this place has a history of tragedy - an ancient one, stretching back centuries, probably. With all that energy concentrated into one place, well, it’s a magnet for Grimm.” She answers, glancing back at the group that followed her. “Even to this day.”