Jace started to hum, and tapped the air with his hands, imagining himself playing the Japanese taiko. He sort of...misses Japan’s clean air, and peaceful environment. Jace abruptly stopped, and turned to face his friend. “Hello Azura-san. I hope I’m not disturbing you.” He said offering her a grin. He gazed back at the open ground, and nodded in agreement. “It is, yes. But it’s going to be covered in snow soon...” Merlin, he hated snow. The winter season is just too cold for the half-Japanese.

Jace blinked and looked at himself when he got asked about his attire. “Oh! This is a practice uniform. I was practising...well, more of meditating by shooting blunt arrows back in the Room of Requirement.” Jace said as he smoothed out his white gi. “This is what we call a kyudo-gi...” he said pointing to his shirt, “And this one is a hakama.” He said gesturing to his black trousers. “It looks...weird, isn’t it?” Well, Azura’s reaction was a typical one anyway. Most westerners don’t get such tradition.