He listened attentively, though at some point, his eyes get this far off look; it wasn't so much that he had started spacing out, so much as it was he was deeply thinking about something, presumably her words, or whether he'd get in on it.<br/><br/>When she touches him, he looks down at her hand, then, the keystone. "Isn't that how all stories go?" He murmured, then, spoke louder. "Alright, I'm game.  But unless there's something I missed, which is entirely possible, aren't I the only one here with any practical fighting experience?" They all knew he was the star of the Kendo team; for good reason, too.<br/><br/>But, Masato must admit to not really knowing his friends hobbies as well as he probably should. He was worried about them, and the concern shows through in his voice; as well as an odd sort of uneasiness.<br/><br/>He would step away from Mateia, and take a few more steps away from everyone else, as he pulled out his cellphone, and called his uncle up. "Hello, Mutatsu-san.  Something's come up, and I'm going to be gone for a little while... worry? Well, maybe a little, but, not too much." He would say with a light laugh.  "...Yes, I will take care of myself.  I know." There was a length of quietness lasting several seconds, as the man on the other end of the line talked some more; but because Masato had pulled away from the others, it wasn't really possible for anybody to hear what the monk was saying. "I know. I will.   Okay, goodbye." he hung up quietly, and slid the phone into his pocket. The Kendo student seemed pretty mellow throughout the exchange.