Hiro had been hiding out, for the most part, in the shell of
The Garage. Hiro being from an alternate reality sought to learn everything he could about the man known as
Saka - This world's version of himself. While Hiro and Saka were technically one and the same, they were also very different entities altogether. Point aside and random character fluff out of the way the author was now having the six-foot-one and two-hundred and five pound hunk of Japanese shinobi enter the vicinity of the cage. His approach would probably seem awkward as he almost appeared homeless with a black duffle bag slung over his right shoulder. The man would sling the bag down to the right side of the entrance before finally passing the threshold of the caged arena slowly. A single left emerald eye would stare down Clash slowly before Hiro would stop walking only a couple feet away from his would be opponent. The shinobi probably appeared more like a soldier than an actual ninja especially given the blending of tactical attire upon his figure. He wore a black A-frame shirt with a tactical style vest over it (Unzipped of course.) Which sported a silver zipper, side pockets that were zipped shut and he had the collar stylishly popped around his neck. The man's trousers were a black denim and well fitted to his form, as well as having a pair of matching ebony sneakers.
The man was dressed to the nines in black clothing. Slung across the back of his trousers and intricately latched onto his leather belt was a
tactical stylized wakizashi which was complete with a black rubberized grip, plastic sheathe with olive green survival chord wrapped around the upper portion where it was latched to his trousers. The blade itself was a pretty standardized stainless steel, obviously a military grade version of the civilian mass produced ones you see on websites like Amazon or BudK or some s**t. The man's hair was a chin length mass of long ebony locks, which seemed to stand upon their own accord on the top but the sides cupped his cheeks gently - Almost outlining the man's strong jawline and strong chin to some degree. Slung diagonally across his right eye was a blank steel headband which seemed to act more like a protective eye-patch than anything else. though underneath it one could note part of a scar which was traced down his right cheek. the man's exposed arms were both covered in sleeves of tribal ink - Though his right arm seemed greatly paler than the left and almost seemed unnatural in comparison even, but otherwise they were almost symmetrical with the sleeves of ink running from his wrists to his shoulders only to be hidden by the matching vest and muscle shirt combo.
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