The sun beamed down on Jaya, as the island suffered no one particular season affliction, it was currently Summer. The breeze stretched across the Jayan woods, blowing Junbei's bare auburn hair messily in the wind's whisk. In the jungle like terrain, Junbei trained with his tonfa, adjusting his body's movements to the rhythm of his Oto Oto No Mi. It'd be a while before he mastered the movement aspects but for now, he'd found more recreational type uses for the fruit. Closing his eyes, he'd envision several keys on a piano, using muscle memory for each note, he'd be able to recreate the sounds of each key on the piano. Every sharp, every flat, every basic composition, it'd come more and more to him as he playing on his air-keyboard. Ending his intermission, Junbei continued to train for an additional four hours or so, his sweat darkening the soil beneath his leather boots. Wiping himself off with a towel from his backpack, he'd been keeping low key, awaiting for Charlotte to finish her inspection of the Dutchman. Strapping his tonfa onto his waist, Junbei draped his brown cloak over his body, making him appear to be bigger than he actually was. As his sky blue eyes shot through the cloak's hood, Junbei began to trek through the desert, humming a simple lullaby melody as he advanced the flora heavy forest.

As he came closer and closer to the exit of the jungle area, he'd arrive on the outskirts of Mock Town. Entering into the city, he entered a bar by the name of Sun Prim Bar, pushing through the blinds at the entrance, Junbei made his way to the back of the small shop, taking seating by the tables, three away from the bar. Each about three meters in length apart, the man singled to the barkeep, who seemed to be caught up with his current customer. Whatever it was they were talking about seemed pretty intense from the look on the man's face. Raising his fingers, he signalled for two, ordering two rums but simply exclaiming, "Jolly Rum", a popular brand in Paradise. Though his entire attire was concealed, the cloak had become quite hot, though it was a windy day. Flickering off his hood, the man pressed back on the seat awaiting his service, watching the bustling crowd through the shops windows from his diagonally seated position, covering the first few windows near to the entrance and the bartender who had yet to serve him his drink. He hoped they served as well, he was starving, idle thoughts driven by his humming.