Kaito sat on a bench underneath a cherry tree in blossom. He was in a stone courtyard with one entrance and exit on the north-side, the only decoration was the cherry tree and the bench which the old man was sitting on. His bandaged hands were behind his head and his bandaged feet were crossed as Kaito leaned back into the bench, staring up at the swirling blossoms, waiting for his opponent. What one did not notice was the long hook-bladed knife hidden up his sleeve and the rather long claymore strapped to the bottom of the bench, though it was within easy reach for Kaito.