After defeating Seriyu in a quick quarterfinal victory, Garin retreated to his room, ready for a comfortable evening. But first he had to take care of the business in his duffle bag. Inside was a bloodied gi, that would become blood-stained if it didn't get washed fast. He called up room service and told the maid to get there on the double. Naturally it took twenty minutes for someone to show up, despite the fact that he was a luxury guest. Still, Garin was too humble to complain, and when he heard the doorbell ring he walked calmly over, duffle in hand. He opened the door.
"Room service," said the maid. "Ah, perfect." Garin replied, handing her the duffle, "I need the clothes inside washed. They have blood on them. Could you wash the duffle for me, too?" "Certainly Mr. Indigo, I mean--" "Umm... I'm sorry, I'm not Indigo, I'm just his trainer." "Yes, of course, Mr. Garin. Sorry, I'll wash these right away." "Thanks, and it's alright. Indigo chose to stay elsewhere during the tournament, somewhere he could focus. I'm staying here to throw off the media and what-not, you know." "Yes, sir, I understand. Sorry for the confusion." "No problem."
He closed the door and returned the couch. He picked the remote control off of the coffee table and unpaused the video he was watching. Musashi was the most formidable opponent he'd seen in this tournament thus far. Garin would need to prepare intensely if he wanted to win.