Rakutsu held a flat and unimpressed expression towards his room. He assumed his room would be a standard suite with minimal money put into it. That’s what he would have done if it was up to him. But his grandfather must think getting him one of the best rooms will sweeten the deal. What was it like to be wrong to such a degree? The young martial artist walked into the bathroom and washed his face. It felt grimy from the long trip to North City. He soon left the suite, not wanting to lock himself in all day. Maybe a walk around the city will distract him.