[h3][Color=SkyBlue][U]Gen Itoshi[/U][/Color][/h3]
[i]Sunday, May 3[sup]rd[/sup], 2015[/i]

[i]Warakuma Park[/i]

[Color=SkyBlue]"I hope I'm not late."[/Color] Gen whispered while walking towards the park. He forgot to bring a watch, and he did not feel like pulling his cellphone out to check the time. Oh well, he will just have to apologize to Rikimaru on being late. Big deal. Unless he was the one being late. In which case, Gen will have to accept his apology. He probably would have already mostly recovered from yesterday. Oh no, what if he got worse? Could he actually get worse, though. Probably not, but then again, the guy wears a mask, so maybe his body works differently from the rest?

When Gen reached the park and was near the picnic table where they had arranged to meet, he just stood there, dumbfounded. Un. Believelable. He was training, or maybe role-playing? There were rumours that some people like to take their role play a little too seriously. What was he suppose to be? A farmer samurai who dishonoured his clan and now seeks revenge? No, that sounded too cliché. Oh wait! A farmer samurai destined to find the legendary Demon Flower to save his wife! Probably. But seriously, carrying weapons in public, even if they were farming instruments, was against the law.

[Color=SkyBlue]"Oi, Rikimaru-san!"[/Color] Gen waved at him so he could see him. He seemed to be immersed on his own world, swinging his kamas around and whatnot. [Color=SkyBlue]"Sorry for the wait. Umm..."[/Color] He hesitated, eyeing the edgy tools in the other's hands. [Color=SkyBlue]"Are you... allowed to have those out here? Legally, I mean."[/Color]