Musashi wandered the streets of Bolivique, looking for nothing and no one in particular. The saiyan simply walked, discreetly observing the hustle and bustle around him. The Casinos glared out their message of greed in brightly, gaudy neon. Patron ladies waited outside each, reaching out to grab Musashi's hard biceps and usher him inside to gamble the night away. The saiyan brushed each off politely, usually not requiring more than a hard look.
The saiyan warrior was similarly beset by street vendors, pushing their wares to the warrior "This charm, ancient Juin magic, it'll bring you luck!!" Again, the Warrior ignored them, ducking down a side alleyway to avoid the noise and the crowds of the main strip.
The saiyan ate at a sidewalk cafe, nice, quiet and family run. The food was excellent, a hearty serving of pasta and some tea. The saiyan had been studying at the library when he hadn't been teaching, nutritition, weighlifting and physics. He already had the fighters sense for energy foods, things to keep his body in top condition without slowing him down during the fight.
As much as he hated to do it, Musashi returned to the main drag of Bolivique to find accomadations. The casino hotels provided the cheapest service, as they expected to more than compensate for this with their gambling winnings. For Musashi this wasn't a problem, as he knew he didn't have enough money to gamble even if he had any inclination to. For now, the saiyan would rest, and prepare himself for the next days festivities.