A few more minutes had passed and soon enough he had gotten a visitor. Unlike most inhabitants of the Dojo, he seemed relatively normal enough. A finely dressed man in a sharp, 3-piece suit that had been recently pressed. It was the color of cream, with a matching shirt and trousers held up by a brown leather belt. His hair was a platinum blonde, let loose to the collar of his shirt, parted from his face which showed off his stark blue eyes. The only strange part was the burnt skin that occasionally peeked out from the left sleeve of the suit. He seemed composed, a sense of peace within him. A rarity for those who knew the man personally. The man had decided to sit at the bench with the other man, almost ignoring his being as he thought about something.