"I see." Musashi stuck his sword through his sash and rubbed his chin, taking in Billy's words. "Then the west has certainly changed in the past four hundred years. I have a vague awareness of the current state of affairs, but much is still unknown. You are correct; let us start with introductions."

The samurai turned, and focused his steely eyes on Billy. "My name is Miyamoto Musashi. If you have beckoned me here, then you wish for me to fight, yes? Though I may make a selfish request until the tournament begins."