He had entered the place and took a quick glance at the people inside. The luxurious office was contrasting with the lawless inferno he had just travelled to. 

Witnessing the display of raw power, he knew who he was dealing with. He had done something similar for quite a time, beating mooks to a crawl and enforcing vigilante justice with his bare feet, reclaiming the honor that was lost from his dojo. His family. His life.

Behind his past in Brazil, lied a history of using his martial prowess to provide spectacle for the masses on the World Wide Web. A thing that he liked to do, not for the sake of internet popularity, nor for the sake of being a millionaire. Evelyn's demonstration of skill may have been a thing to see, but he knew that he was dealing with a warrior with a burning heart. A similar sensation overcame him when she started to speak, causing his heart to sink down as his mind went back to his days at the Dojo...

[i][color=0072bc]"And by this moment on, I hereby swear, in the name of our ancestors, to reclaim the honor of our house. To always follow the path of Justice and truth, and to be a shield for the weak."[/color][/i]

... however, as soon as he was pulling the oath he made to his mentors back then from the depths of his mind, the woman was mentioning the nickname he earned during the days of livestream. He smiled, the idea of beating up bad guys always made him happy. 

He then looked at the other fighters in the room, and looked at Evelyn back. [color=0072bc][i]"I'm thankful for the opportunity to fight for such a noble cause. Protecting the weak is the reason for why I follow the way of the ninja, and I am more than glad to help you on your quest. I just hope you don't mind if I end up having some fun putting the trash where it belongs."[/i][/color]

That said, he kept waiting for instructions.