you have arrived in a sunny country, full of wisdom and peace; Japan. You were a foreigner in this country. You were more interested in the sages of this country, and you, along with several tourists, headed to the village of the sages. Getting off the bus, the first thing that caught your eye was a young sage-artist, his name was Ink Sans, and you knew him by rumor and only for him you came to Japan to see him. You stood there until he noticed you. Ink turned to you and smiled.

-good afternoon, young lady, would you like something?

he smiled sweetly at you after asking you in his native Japanese language.