Just in for some tea [Open]

A man sat inside a ramen shop, alone and quite content. His eyes were closed as he sipped tea, and seemed quite content. The man was faulty tall, about 6'2" but did not seem confrontational. He had silver hair that stood up, and a green silk bandana wrapped around his forehead. He must of seen some battle as his left eye was covered by a black leather eye patch. Tattoos covered the man's right and left arm, it looked like part of a larger tattoo on his back. The tattoos seemed to mimick wind, the swirling pattern reminded on lookers of that. On the table in front of him was a white blade in its sheath, which was also white. The sheath was also painted with black swirling marks.

Jetstream sipped his tea, thinking to himself. He was annoyed, having been dragged to this village in the sky on a job. He was hired to protect a gutless merchant who wanted to watch the honor less shinobu fight in these exams. Jetstream was disgusted at this. They were able to rank up without any true sort of skill. There was no real danger.

Pathetic...

Jetstream sipped his tea

Jetstream was in the corner of the tea shop, away from all the villagers and commoners. He felt much disgust at these people for praising the underhanded tactics of shinobi.

Where is the honor? Where is the challenge? Might as well be fighting training dummies...

Jetstream kept on sipping his tea when some men walked in. From the looks of them, they were thugs. They had tattoos of dragons around their neck, the fire traveling down to their chest. They had a mean look upon then, but the samurai was focused on his tea. One of the thugs saw him, more specifically his blade. They slowly been to approach him.