"The calm before the storm". How many times had the young ninja heard that phrase? Well, Princess Zafiria of Rafflesia, a rather prominent individual - she always had that 'Chosen One' aura around her and that meant a bit of a hassle for Chris Falcon, who was always dragged into the most awkward situations because of his martial arts skills and his ties to the 'Blades of the Storm', which was a pompous title for the twin katana he carried with him. 

Once he heard Zafiria's voice, he turned to her. She sounded and looked attractive and charming, making him fluster for a brief second. "Uh, you know... I am just a swordsman from the eastern lands, lady." The ominous winds did not cause him to falter, however. It just kept his senses sharper due to the sight of the two bodyguards along her. "It appears to be you are from the nobility, judging from those two men following you. I am Christopher Falcon, and I was once called Yasuke of Ashihara." He bowed at her, in the typical eastern fashion, a sign of politeness and genuine interest in getting immersed into the society and world he found himself in.