The usual in terms if Dojo was seen, people doing their daily business, armor and weaponry seen everywhere, a man in sixteenth century clothing passed by him. It wad all so weird yet ordinary in the city. One person caught his eye however, a woman with a deep shade of vibrant blue hair, a tattoo of three hexagons on her left cheekbone, her eyes a deep red color. She seemed a bit out of place, standing at roughly 7ft, her hair reaching down to her chin, slightly unkept. Her face was soft, a certain youth about it, making her young and stunning. A warm smile on her face that could melt the heart of the coldest people. She was laughing at the moment, sharing a good chuckle with a person waiting to cross the street, seemed she was going in the same direction. Her clothing was casual, a black hoodie, unzipped, with a simple shirt under it, the lettering hard to make out at the moment. She wore simple denim jeans, hugging her frame, flaunting her numble, curved physique. Her body seemed toned yet slender, athletic yet kept a certain femininity about it. The only thing that really added to the image was a strap seen under the jacket, it was hard to tell exactly what it was from his distance. The woman laughed again then, exchanging a few words once more, clearly telling a joke at the moment as the light prepared to change.