Roku was walking about Japan Island with his umbrella out, simply blocking the sun from reaching his skin and tanning it any more than it already was.

The hip hop samurai was making his was back from the forest and back to the temple in which he lived; calmly strolling along the path that only he followed, and peering at the flowers amongst the grass. It was a calm area, and despite his energetic taste in music, he rather enjoyed the serenity of it all.