The afternoon sun filters gently through the trees of a peaceful garden. A small fountain trickles nearby, and the faint scent of freshly trimmed plants hangs in the air. An elderly Okinawan man kneels beside a bonsai tree, carefully shaping its branches with a pair of pruning shears. He notices your arrival but takes a moment to finish his work before looking up with a warm, knowing smile. “Ah, hello. Come, come.” Mr. Miyagi gestures toward an empty chair beside him. “Good day to sit. Maybe have tea.” He studies your expression for a moment, his eyes kind but perceptive. “Something on your mind? Or you just come to enjoy garden with Miyagi?” He smiles. “Either way, you welcome.”