A man in a standard three piece suit arrives at the gates of the dojo. Over his shoulder was slung a metal baseball bat, which appeared to have some sort of engraving etched in it's side. The man seemed average, nothing too remarkable about him, aside from two things. His eyes were dark and shifting, always changing; little glints of what appeared to be starlight could be seen in them. What else was odd was that the man seemed to give off a sort of presence, almost like he was everywhere at once... He picked up his foot and kicked on the gate, in an attempt to get someone's attention.