He didn't notice being this near to the windmill. He came here because they, the townspeople, mentioned that it was windy around this area, and they weren't lying about it. So when he sat and relaxed his shoulders, he couldn't help but become overwhelmed by the view. The windmill was tall and gigantic, and it's amazing how the rest of the windmills had equal measurements. "Ah, right." he expressed loudly, running back to the small leather bag he came along with, taking out a face towel to wipe his sweat off of his face and neck. It would be bad if the liquids air-dried on his skin, better safer than sorry.
Come to think of it, although it was Masami's first time in Marigold City (or in the whole Fiore, in that case) but he had already encountered many interesting people. There was a lolita-girl who walked around in strange clothes, and a humorous Sinese man Masami liked to tease, not to mention two very bewitching ladies who are very capable in general. Masami loosened his haneri to push some air in, thinking about the things he needs to accomplish for today until tomorrow. He scratched his left cheek, still not used to having the guild mark tattoo'd upon his face. Would people in Joya find it odd if Masami came back with a weird symbol on his face? Rather, are they willing to accept it? After all, Joya is a very strict country, in terms of culture as well. He would like to be trained by a fighter with experience but everyone else's got their schedules settled up. A loose atmosphere, unlike in the crowded and workaholic Joya, Masami couldn't help but slightly dislike his unproductive days upon Fiore.