He’d be in training in a dilapidated and battered dojo, when he finished training, he glanced to a bush.

— Well damn, gotta take a piss. 

He would pull his bottoms down and begin to pee, though a shriek was heard.

— The fu- Ah, a spy I see.

He would pull his bottoms up, zip them and unsheathed his mighty blade.

— Skilled in sword fighting?

He got into a battle stance.