1 Meeting New People To Eat (With) (Tsuneo/NK) Thu Apr 27, 2017 3:50 pm
Sayuri
D-rank
Ramen! It was the most glorious thing probably ever thought up. All of those delicious flavours lovingly placed together in one bowl, creating the perfect miasma of savoury and spicy. Sayuri had not had ramen before from a stand. At least not when she could pay for it herself, and she was positively glowing with excitement as she waited for her bowl to be presented to her. She would smile at anyone who caught her eye, in a better mood than she had been in a while.
Adventuring with Mitsuo, the Sword Saint of Konoha and Tsuyo, the Golden Dragon Wielding Shinobi Healer I really have to ask him about whether or not he has an actual title at some point had been so far relatively pleasant. She had been horribly injured during her first encounter with her childhood hero Mitsuo, but really that had been her own fault. Stabbing him in the first place had been a horrible mistake, but at least it had been a mistake. When she decided that she would try to kill him, as opposed to accepting his answer to not train her, she had quickly learned why he was legend. Sayuri would rub at her left leg, where not too long ago she had been certain that she would never walk again, thanks to a certain flaming whip made of chains. It ached a little thinking on it, but she was grateful that Tsuyo had fixed it so easily, or that he had even bothered really. She didn’t know these people from a hole in the head and they were some of the nicest people she had ever met. Even if one of them was a tiny volcano with teeth.
She would smile again, happily drumming her fingers on the counter in front of her attempting some sort of cacophonous beat, swaying and bouncing a bit to the music she was creating in her own mind. Yes, today was an excellent day. She looked down at her pale blue and white pants and tunic still dancing happily, New clothing? Check! Food I don’t have to steal or beg for? Check! Sun shining? Check!
When the young woman finally brought over her bowl of delicious soup, Sayuri had to resist the urge to jump for joy. It was the little things that made her happy, and happily this bowl was far from little. She held out her hand to the woman and gave her some coins. Probably it was the right amount, she could not be certain but she was trying to learn. She would spend a few moments just looking at the beautiful floating pieces of food. The way the eggs and onions sat together with the noodles made her hesitate to eat it. It wasn’t just food, it was art.
She would look up shyly at the woman who had served her and speak with a voice full of wonder and happiness, “Thank you so much. This looks amazing, I’ve never had. . .” Her words were choked off by tears of appreciation that were welling in her eyes and threatened to roll down her pale cheeks. She would quickly wipe at her odd coloured eyes with her sleeve before clearing her throat and mumbling a quick, “Thank you” as she returned to staring at her delectable looking meal. The aroma was incredible, she could see why the stall was so busy.
As she carefully took the bowl in both her hands and sipped at it like an oversized mug, she would look around at the other patrons. These people look so happy, maybe living in a village isn’t so bad. Even with the reassuring thought though she would place her bowl down and check that her grandfather’s tanto was tucked securely into her belt, feeling the worn cloth wrapping on the handle she would relax visibly and would hoist the large bowl of broth and noodles into her tiny hands again.
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Adventuring with Mitsuo, the Sword Saint of Konoha and Tsuyo, the Golden Dragon Wielding Shinobi Healer I really have to ask him about whether or not he has an actual title at some point had been so far relatively pleasant. She had been horribly injured during her first encounter with her childhood hero Mitsuo, but really that had been her own fault. Stabbing him in the first place had been a horrible mistake, but at least it had been a mistake. When she decided that she would try to kill him, as opposed to accepting his answer to not train her, she had quickly learned why he was legend. Sayuri would rub at her left leg, where not too long ago she had been certain that she would never walk again, thanks to a certain flaming whip made of chains. It ached a little thinking on it, but she was grateful that Tsuyo had fixed it so easily, or that he had even bothered really. She didn’t know these people from a hole in the head and they were some of the nicest people she had ever met. Even if one of them was a tiny volcano with teeth.
She would smile again, happily drumming her fingers on the counter in front of her attempting some sort of cacophonous beat, swaying and bouncing a bit to the music she was creating in her own mind. Yes, today was an excellent day. She looked down at her pale blue and white pants and tunic still dancing happily, New clothing? Check! Food I don’t have to steal or beg for? Check! Sun shining? Check!
When the young woman finally brought over her bowl of delicious soup, Sayuri had to resist the urge to jump for joy. It was the little things that made her happy, and happily this bowl was far from little. She held out her hand to the woman and gave her some coins. Probably it was the right amount, she could not be certain but she was trying to learn. She would spend a few moments just looking at the beautiful floating pieces of food. The way the eggs and onions sat together with the noodles made her hesitate to eat it. It wasn’t just food, it was art.
She would look up shyly at the woman who had served her and speak with a voice full of wonder and happiness, “Thank you so much. This looks amazing, I’ve never had. . .” Her words were choked off by tears of appreciation that were welling in her eyes and threatened to roll down her pale cheeks. She would quickly wipe at her odd coloured eyes with her sleeve before clearing her throat and mumbling a quick, “Thank you” as she returned to staring at her delectable looking meal. The aroma was incredible, she could see why the stall was so busy.
As she carefully took the bowl in both her hands and sipped at it like an oversized mug, she would look around at the other patrons. These people look so happy, maybe living in a village isn’t so bad. Even with the reassuring thought though she would place her bowl down and check that her grandfather’s tanto was tucked securely into her belt, feeling the worn cloth wrapping on the handle she would relax visibly and would hoist the large bowl of broth and noodles into her tiny hands again.
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