Having recovered from his fight, Sora had ducked into the city, away from all of the spirits. He and Robin made their way to a food place where Sora ordered a plate of Sushi, the only local food he enjoyed. "Isn't this country known for it's excellent noodles?"
"Sherwood; Noodles are disgusting." Sora commented to the spirit, the dirty looks from the natives whom understood him were hanging in the air. Sora finished the plate of Sushi, payed for his food and set off into the city.

The young Shaman and his ghost made their way down the streets, once again. He stuck out like a soar thumb amonst all the asians, standing half a foot taller than the natives of the country. The torso of the legendary outlaw appeared alongside him, with a ghostly tail instead of legs. 
"All right, now what?"

"Now, we find out someone who knows anything about this whole 'Shaman' thing."

"You certainly are set on doing this, aren't you?"

"You betcha."

Holding his bruised ribs, he continued on down the busy road.