Sitting his empty glass down at the bar, Umashi turned another page in the book that he was reading as he signaled for another drink to be brought to him. Pouring over his notes, he figured that now was as good a time as ever to do a little homework before the upcoming Kage Tournament. Having notes on what to expect always came in handy but with these sorts of things, it was best to expect the unexpected. Flashing the bartender a smile, he momentarily gazed about with his all too eerily green eyes and again went back to his reading. With features mostly unknown due to the heavy red hood that he wore over his head, of what could be figured was his earthy skin tone and his emerald isle eyes. As strange a sight as one could generate with a man reading at a bar, in a world full of fire breathing shinobi very few people asked questions about seemingly strange acts. Fortunately for Umashi, there were more than enough unsavory characters floating about to keep the most discerning of eyes off of him. Most wouldn’t so quickly recognize a foreign born Kage from a recently shaken power but for those that could know, Umashi was open to talking about the good ol days. Though no longer overtly carrying the swagger of a pirate, the ways of old never lay too far below the surface. Another page turned, another fact pondered over and the drinks kept inspiring the crazy thoughts of a madman.