After eating with Niha and Elliot at the beach, he went to his room to relax and think about all the stuff that has happened.

His room was pretty simple, when you walk in through the door the entrance hallway would welcome you, to your right there was a door to bathroom and at the end of the hallway was his bedroom. He had a small kitchen merged with his bedroom so they were one big room with some open space in the middle. He had a little fridge to store basic food in his kitchen. At the bedroom side, there was a closet which stored his clothes, all black/grey t-shirts and pants. The room was not gloomy nor cheerful. Painted in gray, the room was just there. Right next to that closet, there was another one, empty except from his old blade.

He walked into the room and went to the bathroom to wash his face. After getting out, he took sat on his bed. "Hmm, strange day. Never thought I'd see those two again." After collecting his thoughts, he walked over to his blade closet and opened it. Looking at his old blade, he felt nostalgic. "Heh, thanks for bringing me all the way here old friend." He looked at the empty space. He was hoping that as the Blade Master, he would find lots of blades and make a collection out of them. He loved blades, he always believed that a blade was a warrior's companion. A blade that would rest with him, walk next to him, fight with him, win with him, lose with him, kill with him and... Die with him. He cared for his blade, that blade he got from a regular store which carried him and supported him a long way. He took the blade from the closet and held it in his right hand. The balance, the weight and its curve... It was like meeting with an old friend again. "Please support me from now on too." He held the blade close to his face and touched it with his forehead. This blade was the only one that knew him. This blade was the only one that saw who he was. He wondered if he could reshape the blade in a blacksmith and sharpen it. Even if he finds a lot of blades in the future, he was never going to forget this blade.

He turned around and walked to the open space in his room. He took a deep breath, changed his stance and quickly slashed from right to left. Without stopping he followed it with a slash from top-left to bottom-right. This made his hand rest in its normal position and he followed this with a piercing move from his left arm, using the sharp claws of his Nasod Arm. Pretending that it was stuck in a person, he pulled his hand back, pulling the person to him and then stabbed the imaginary person with his blade.  After taking another breath, he put the blade back in the closet and laid down on his bed. Holding his left arm forward, he looked at it. "I'm not sure whether I should be happy that I got this or I should be sad. You made me kill a lot of people but now you and me gonna save a lot of people." Making a fist with his hand, he finally let it go and fell asleep, turning to his side.