For a moment the tenken was absorbed with looking around. All of Paixao was so similar, all of the people and the buildings. He would get lost (more often) if it wasn't for the journal. His gaze dropped down to a man who was sitting on a bench. Aha! This one wasn't one of the blonde people (who were all so much the same Soujirou never bothered asking for their names). With a wide smile he trotted over to greet the other. A quick bow, and "...excuse me~."

This man could be from Soujirou's Japan, maybe. He didn't look like he was from Asuka-san's Japan, but maybe he wasn't from Japan at all - like Tifa-san and Cid-san. That would certainly be interesting. Despite his lack of suspicions, he did touch the sword at his side, briefly, just to remind him that it was there.