“Samurais were Japanese, yeah? こんにちは?” The male voice came from a few meters behind the samurai. As he said the word ‘hello’ in Japanese, it was clear that he was not a native speaker of the language. His pronunciation, while not abysmal, was still not something a Japanese person would want to listen to. If Shila were to turn around and look at the bearer of the voice, she’d find an average looking man, with a fair skin tone and mesomorphic body. He stood at a height of 5’11”, and had a head of wild black hair, that couldn’t seem to stay still. The only thing that could serve to differentiate the man from the average civilian was the cybernetic left arm, but even that was common amongst combatants. If he was unique in any way, it definitely wasn’t in appearance.