The samurai had walked from the shopkeep area, or what was called as courtyard A3 for organizations sake. As he stepped from that courtyard, through the hallway, and into the main courtyard. Winter was coming. And the cherry blossom tree had all but a few petals hanging on its branches. One of which was blown off from the wind and onto Tesutos shoulder. He looked at the petal, brushing it off before investigating the man. "Your fighting style...you've been trained I would assume?"