Within minutes, the dome was filled to the brim with water. It only took about 5 trips to fill it up, but Blake needed no help, but he would be grateful if it were offered. He turned around to finally notice Haruki, standing in the door frame. How rude he thought to himself. In the midst of getting a bath ready, he was ignoring his guest completely. Some host he was being right now.<br/><br/>His palm resting on the dome, the water beginning to boil. "There. All is prepared. And I hope that you don't plan on standing there the whole time." He said, patting on the dome with his right hand, the odd sign starting to burn into his skin. As this started, Blake could only have bad feelings about it all. Was the Black Samurai coming right now? To slaughter the townspeople? To challenge them once more?