Maxwell Masters vs. Hakumari Akito

Maxwell sat on the edge of the docks again sipping his wine. It was near noon and there was almost no clouds in the sky. The pier was close to twenty meters out until it hit dry sand. A small village is beyond that.

"Such a nice day today..."

Akito stood on another dock, staring out at the sea. Ironically it was right next to the dock Maxwell was on. On his waist was Shashu, and right off the dock was his dingy, Mello, with his Bat Blade in that. He wore black jeans rolled up to his knees and his white shirt was tied around his waist, exposing his bare chest which rose and fell with each breath he took. On his feet were black sandels, and he also wore his traditional black belt. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were wide open. His white hair blew slightly in the cool breeze.

Akito looked over and saw Maxwell sitting on the dock. I've seen him somewhere... He thought, squinting.He shook his head and looked back out at sea. What a dull day... He groaned, bored.

Maxwell looked over at the man...Saw who he was...And back to watching the waves, sipping his wine.