Before the reality of what the Music System said sunk into Jin Yahui's consciousness, the door to the shack that Jin Yahui was in was blown off its hinges, and a young man strolled in. The youth wore the same clothes as Jin Yahui, except they were in a darker shade of white which contrasted nicely with his medium length dark brown hair. There was a large silver sword strapped to his back and a blue perfume pouch handing from a ribbon by his hip. He was shorter than Jin Yahui by a full head.