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Post by Sakuga on Aug 7, 2018 3:51:10 GMT
It was a cold day in Ryugakure, per usual, and Tsukishima was alone in the city. He often would stay out and about in the city since his parents were hardcore traditionalist and he had little patients for such boring outlooks on life. He was hungry... hungrier than usual. So hungry that he would say "Why am I so hungry?" Out loud, to himself. So he figured, I'm going to go get some ramen because I'm so hungry that I don't know if hungry is a good enough word to describe my current feelings.
He knew of a local shop that sold top quality traditional ramen for cheap and he headed there.
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Post by Sakuga on Aug 7, 2018 5:58:27 GMT
After about a quarter-mile of walking, Tsukishima was greeted with the strong scent of chicken broth and greased palms. Literally and figuratively. The exterior of the shop looked plain. It was a building of traditional Japanese design with open air seating and hearts every ten feet or so to warm up the place. Tsukishima sat down at one of the wooden tables next to a fire a waited to be... waited?
The establishment was well known in the city so almost every table was completely fully of samurai and their family. Tsukishima was childishly disgusted by them. Damn samurai and their silly robes one day I'll be raikage and I'll rid this village of all this non-sense.
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Post by Sakuga on Aug 7, 2018 6:05:11 GMT
After a bit of waiting. A sheepish young lady wearing traditional gi approached and said "May I take your order young man?" Tsukishima looked over the menu and saw many items that he wished to eat. "Yes, I'll have the edamame, with agedashi tofu, a seaweed salad, gyoza, and a squid salad to start, then I'll have the katsu bowl, the tempura bowl, and a kiji bowl for my entrees." The waitress... to say the least, was taken aback. Such an order at an establishment like this was likely to cost a fortune. "This is a lot of food... are you sure you really want to order all this?"
Tsukishima glared at the waitress. "Did I stutter?"
The waitress blankly bowed and walked away to acquire the order.
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Post by Sakuga on Aug 7, 2018 6:30:02 GMT
After a bit more waiting the waitress returned.
"Here are your starters."
Tsukishima broke his chopsticks apart and held his hands together "Idekimasssssuuuu~" then started to dig in.
He began by eating the edamame by the handful emptying the bowl in seconds, then he skewered the tofu with his chopsticks and devoured each morsel like a kebab. Next he mixed together the seaweed salad, squid salad, and gyoza and poured them all into his mouth like a conveyor belt. I cannot believe that all that food wasn't enough to even start to sate my hunger. Good thing I ordered like three entrees Tsukishima's stomach was probably only half full at this point, so we've got plenty of eating to do.
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Post by Sakuga on Aug 7, 2018 6:34:19 GMT
Tsukishima dug into his three bowls of ramen. Each of them were extremely delicious in their own unique and intricate ways. When he was done eating he left behind the amount of Ryo he owed on the table and jumped over one of the half-walls that made the open-seating open. I cannot believe I just ate the much, but I feel like I've just replenished Chakra somehow. From this point of the city the peaks of the nearby mountain tops could be seen and in their shadow was the kage's tower. Tsukishima looked up at the kage's tower. I wonder if his all seeing eye is looking back at me right now? Does he just sit up there and watch us from above all day? Sounds like something the people in this village would do. After a long day, Tsukishima decided to head home.
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Post by Sakuga on Aug 7, 2018 6:46:30 GMT
The path to Tsukishima's home was one paved in luxury. In one of the most pristine districts of the city laid the Dojo of the Kanbe samurai family, Tsukishima's family. The roads leading to his home were lined with cherry blossoms and smooth stone roads. The streets in this area were especially dense with samurai. Dojos are common here.
Tsukishima reluctantly approached his home's massive carved double mahogany doors. Katana's and many other assorted weapons line the walls. The center of the dojo is a giant open area where the samurai of the family spar daily. Ugh, I hate this place.
Tsukishima wasted no time and darted through the winding halls to his bedroom.
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Post by Sakuga on Aug 7, 2018 7:17:35 GMT
Today has been a drag Tsukishima undressed himself and climbed into bed. Tomorrow I'll go to my secret practice grounds and I'll do one hundred dynamic entries. Nobody will be as good as me at dynamic entry. I'll make even the Kage admit that I'm better.
Tsukishima's mother knocked on his door. "Tsuki are you there?" Tsuki didn't reply. "Sleep tight my little samurai." I wish you'd stop saying that. Why is my identitiy determined for me. Why do I have to be a samurai I just want to be myself I just want to be myself I just want to be myself. Moments like this drive Tsukishima mad. In a fit of emotion brought on by his mother's words Tsukishima began to cry. Tears dotted the surface of his pillow as he drifted off to bed.
THREAD OVER
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