"You look like you're about to fall over. Get some rest and when you can't stand the smell of sake... This bath will be here and possibly warmer than it is now." With all of the sake he had last night, he was literally wondering how he was so suddenly awake, although he was very drunk himself. A better question: "How was he still able to think so clearly and function properly?" Perhaps his alcohol tolerance had gotten stronger over the years.<br/><br/>He slipped around the dome, his body quivering to jump into the water. Slipping from his robe, a snake shedding his skin, Blake folded up his garb, placing his fan atop it. His body was muscular yet balanced by his lean frame. Though a mystic need only train his mind, why should the body be neglected? At least that was Blake's thinking. Green soap and a rag in hand, He climbed into the water dome. A relaxed sigh leaving his lips, the water wrapping around his body. "Mmmm Just what the doctor ordered..." He muttered softly, proceeding to lather his body, slowly washing the sake of last night, though occasionally to the Samurai's mark on his hand... Inconceivable, he thought. The Black Samurai toying away with them. If he wanted to, he could have easily beheaded him and Haruki, and while the thought put him on edge, he was more relieved that he might not be alone in it all. The samurai was after Haruki as well, but who would he chase after first?