Katsuo kept a straight face as he walked into the dome. Something that as far as anyone knew, he was unable to change. His facial expression never strayed from one that was completely blank and void of any emotion whatsoever, for all fourteen years of his life. His half-opened eyes looked to his left and right, where two other men stood. The men he was supposed to defeat, no doubt. The floor was the next object of Katsuo's attention as he scoffed at the weapons that cluttered it. He wouldn't need them. He never did need weapons. That is, unless he made them.

Katsuo stood completely unarmed, with exception to his control over water. Not only that, but his clothes were not suited for battle either. He was dressed in a Kamishimo, which was a light blue color underneath, while black near the shoulders, as well as waist down. He was more suited for something formal, than a fight. Katsuo, however, thought it comfortable, and very mobile.

He didn't say a word to the men that he had stepped in between. Rather, he focused on the water vapor in the air around him, creating a small sword of water in his hand which quickly formed into ice. And with his new weapon in hand, he stared forward, waiting for one of the others to make their first move.