The crowd would be in for another disappointment as Adam also entered the dojo without a flashy entrance.  No music.  No fancy effects.  No display of his power.  He just sort of strolled in, seeming more like a tourist than anything else.  He was looking back and forth around the arena, letting his green eyes observe all that was visible to the naked eye, and some of what wasn't thanks to his telekinetic abilities.  His mind soaked up the atmosphere of the crowd; adrenaline pumping with a fair deal of depravity.  There were certainly some sick people in the audience.  For a moment he questioned his decision to come and try his hand in this contest.  He was looking for someone, the problem was he didn't know who it was he was looking for.  And until that time, he would have to fight.<br/><br/>"Ok...I'm here," he said simply, making his way out to the middle of the dojo floor.  He didn't wear much in the way of protective clothing, opting for the moment to wear a pair of long, baggy sweat pants.  On his upper body was a nearly form-fitting t-shirt made of a material meant to soak up sweat and keep his body from overheating.  He was a young, handsome man, not looking a year out of his early twenties.  He had shining green eyes and short brown hair that was parted off to the side.  He looked to Masako and gave her a polite nod.  Her hip-length hair, shiny and healthy, was certainly beautiful, and he guessed what was hidden beneath her coat was equally appealing.  But that wasn't what he was here for.