Before He Was My Boss.
Probably in his mid-twenties, maybe early thirties at most.
And he was dressed in traditional attire. A Keikogi. Specifically, a black tailored hakama paired with a kendogi, the traditional upper garment worn in the Japanese martial art of Kendo. An obi was tied neatly around his small waist, completing the set.
He wore a full-on martial arts outfit.
I wasn't expecting that.
"Kyoto," Mr. Reynor said smoothly, stepping forward to shake his hand. "I see you're still as vibrant as ever."
Kyoto grinned, his smile warm and genuine. "You don't look bad yourself, Donovan."