You pass by several people as you go up, Samurai guards greeting you as you walk through, a few girls in Kimono walking down the path, many of them plastured drunk as they giggle, face red, waving at you. A person on a corner, ringing a bell shouting that everyone needs to repent and visit the temple, shouting sermons and such.<br/><br/>Eventually, you make it too a square, the buildings went from hastily crafted out of old wood, too more refined, well crafted oak and mahogany structures, with the rough stone path turning into tiled brick road, a large fountain being in the center along with a grassy patch around it, surrounded by lanterns. You see a tavern with several locals, young women, and strong men alike. Samurai posing and flirting with the young ladies. A few stalls are still open, selling things from Ramen to meat. Even further up the path, up several flights of stairs, you can see the lords castle.<br/><br/>One nice Samurai man even makes it his duty too greet you. "Why hello there, I don't think I've seen you before, with a rack like that, I would have remembered. You must be a traveler." He was wearing traditional Samurai armor, and carried a katana. They all did.