Eddie had found himself in the mostly abandoned corridors of the Dojo hallways. Most had barely used their rooms which provided his mentor more than enough rooms to store his stuff. Soon enough the door marked [b]S. Weiss[/b] had shown up in his vision, the door opening up for him to enter. It was a marble white room all around, not a speck of dirt was noticeable besides the figure in a matte black exosuit standing in the middle with his arms crossed standing besides a wooden crate on wheels. Silver scales gleamed from his otherwise militaristic suit, they certainly weren't for show. On his left hip resided a ninjatō type blade in it's scabbard, and on his right was a carbon fiber scimitar. If he were to peer closely at the hilt there was a gun trigger near the pommel, speaking of which it was replaced with a barrel. Underneath his armpits were two pistols of different designs. One of which was the Dueller prismatic from before, and the other looked to be a Mateba Revolver. He wore a utility belt of some sort held the blades and what seemed to be an assortment of hunting gear and what you would see on a soldier. Bolas, magazines for the Dueller and quick-loaders for the Mateba Revolver. There were two spherical objects with a simple button on each side of the belt, most likely grenades of some sort. The Exosuit itself was rather imposing, it boosted his height to 6'4. It bore a dragon motif it seemed, claws on each hand, preceded by gauntlets. The helmet was shaped more like a faceless head with tubes leading down to the back from the jaw. Whoever the hell Samuel Weiss was, he seemed to be the type of person who was not joking around. "Good. You've made it here. If you would close the door we may begin." He told Eddie with a distorted voice, it was metallic and deep.