Outside the outer rim of the city, away from the bustling atmosphere and the loud bartering was a large field of bright green grass, in the center of which there sat a meditating fighter. The martial artist's eyes were closed, but he was more than aware of his surroundings.

Ryu lifted his head slightly, inhaling the rich, fresh air and the scent of recently mowed grass, as well as the distinct murkiness of coming rain.

The tireless wanderer slowly stood up and grabbed his duffel bag from beside him, deciding it was time to find an inn until the rain stopped.