"It's been a long time Ryu." Ken who was in a lotus position, stood up and looked at a specific tree behind him. He spoke but no one answered, which made Ken chuckle.
"No matter how hard you try to hide from me, you're a swordsman not an assassin. Your way of being stealthy is a bit good, but not as good as an assassin. Those guys can actually become one with the environment. The best ones not only become one with the environment, they go beyond such a simple concept. You on the other hand... I guess you're pretty good but not that good, that I can't sense you."
The leaves of the tree that Ken was looking at suddenly shook, and as if appearing out of thin air was a middle aged man. The man wasn't too tall but he was indeed a bit taller than most. His face had two large scars, one across his forehead and another on his left cheek. He was wearing a normal red polo shirt, with a grey jacket, as well as some jeans. On his waist was a sword that looked to be at least 1.6 meters long.
