His entourage was small, consisting of his ever-present aide, the young hanger-on Kosho who insisted on coming with despite the protests of the aide, and an older gentleman who carried himself as though he were a warrior, but kept no weapon at his side. His travelling companions huddled inside of a covered wagon, and while Fuhen would have appreciated the company, he chose to walk alongside the wagon, writing something in a small leather-bound journal. The Shogun had only just begun to learn to write, and so he practiced daily, and was currently working on a play, the same kind of play about grand samurai that inspired him to be what he was today.
The goal today was establishing contact with the current leader of Iron country. Ikuto claimed he could be a valuable ally to the newly renovated Tea country, but Fuhen didn't know enough either way. He'd had his aide help him read up on Iron country, but most information was old, before even the new leader took over, and word of mouth only meant so much as far as information spread. He'd heard good and bad things both, and so he volunteered to visit this one himself, to properly form his own opinion.
They had sent word ahead of their arrival, but still entered the town as unnoticed as foreigners could. Fuhen used to revel in visiting new countries, and found it hard to resist making grand entrances as he used to. Of course, he used to use his sword play as a means of making money, and so grand entrances were necessary in order to gather crowds. Now, as the Shogun, he still did what was probably considered unseemly by someone of his station, smiling, waving, and walking as people stared at the newcomers.
All the same, they quickly made their way up to the home of the leadership, and were ushered inside after short introductions were made. His entourage departed the cart, only the old man seemingly unbothered by the cold, as the cold-blooded Kosho especially visibly shivered, even buried in her miles of padding and armor. "Told ya to pack warmer." The old man said to both the aide and Kosho. Fuhen laughed mirthfully, looking at the miserable girl and slowly shrugging off his Hakama to drape it over her shoulders. She made a rude gesture to the old man and sneered.
Now wearing only his patterned Shitagi top, he lead his group further inside, following a local samurai. "Iyashii-sama, if you would allow me to make proper introductions, this time?" Fuhen waved a hand in the air placatingly, and the aide clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "You should also take your coat back, it's tradition to dress well when meeting someone as important as the leader of a country." He looked over at Kosho, who still shivered even with the extra layer of thick cloth draped over her.
"It'll be fine, I'm sure! If'n e's smart enough to run a country, ah'm sure he can figure out no disrespect is intended." The aide disagreed, but chose not to argue with his liege, it was useless sometimes trying to convince him that high society was different.
As the doors opened to what the Frog assumed was their meeting spot, he made one last mark in his notebook, before pocketing it and looking around, already working on gathering a sense of who his counterpart was to be.
S-Rank Taijutsu Discipline
Despite being full of limitless potential and filled with vigor, Fuhen appears as nothing more than your average man in all aspects. This 'technique' implies that nothing about Fuhen's body language portrays that he is a trained/experienced killer, and everything from the way he walks to how his chakra appears to casual observers reinforces the idea that he is, if anything, clumsy and likely incapable of fighting. This is most useful in passing himself off as nothing special, putting most into a false sense of security, though with minimal effort Fuhen can break out of this technique to reveal his true self.