"Well, we're about to find out what's in it, Okuu. Let's see.... if I was a passcode, what would I be?" Bee stared at the case.

"....One, two, three, four, five, six." he said aloud, entering the numbers. The locks flipped open with a click, and the case slowly opened, revealing a blindingly bright light that consumed Bee's mind.
The man found himself standing in a small clearing in a field of wheat. In the center, a naked, rusted blade stood from the ground.
"How'd you get here?" he asked, kneeling down beside it. Slowly, his fingers extended, and began to wrap around it.

Bee woke with a start, finding himself sitting on the beach. The case was gone. Bee felt something brush his hand, and looked at it. It felt as if something was lying in his palm. He brushed off his hands and stood up.

"I wonder... Hey Okuu, how about some decorations?" he asked, and held out his hands. A thin, ornate rapier materialized in a storm of petals. He exhaled, and whipped it around at lightning pace, jabbing and cutting the side of the mound. With a flourish, loose sand fell to the ground, revealing immaculately carved designs, reminiscent of Gothic cathedrals.
"How's that? Too Europe?" he asked, kneeling down to admire his handiwork.