A Dinner of Fate
Spring, Year 14
Evening
After a long day of meditation, training his mind for the further battles that surely awaited him, he found himself sitting quietly at the end of a long table within one of the great rooms that littered the great shine. It wasn't much, given the great room sat in near ruins despite his constant attempts to clean it out, but It had to do as their dining room for the time being. Across the ancient, wooden long table sat a lavish feast for a family and yet, It was only he and his self proclaimed wife, Izumai, who sat at the opposite side of the table. Honestly, he had no idea how Izumai was able to procure such an absurd amount of food on a daily basis, let alone cook it within what remained of the kitchen of the great shrine but frankly, he knew better than to question it at this point. Trying to understand kitsune logic was a topic he would never be prepared for. Blessed with silence, he basked in it as his chop sticks dug into the beef noodle dish that sat before him. As per usual, It was outer worldly, not only in taste, but in smell as well as the aroma from the countless dishes engulfed the air around him. That was Kitsune cooking for you, perhaps one of the few merits of being forced to live here without his consent. At least he would never go without a good meal. Izumai was a good hostess, he would give her that, even If he still wanted to murder her majority of the time. After engulfing some of the beef and the beige colored noodles with the rich colored broth that shined in a goldish, brownish color, he gently placed them in his mouth with his white colored chop sticks. With every swallow, he savored every bite carefully, making sure to take all the time to enjoy the feast he was provided with. Such food had put a rare smile on his face. This type of treatment almost made it worth it, being incarnated and all. This would continue for several more minutes, taking all the time he wanted to try out the various dishes that sat before him, until he realized two pupils pulsating on him. Sighing, knowing full well his tranquility was about to end, he flashed his eyes open, revealing Izumai staring him down with her amber eyes. He could see her four tails twirling radically behind her. This wasn't going to be good.
Izumai
"Seto dear, I was thinking, since you been here for so long, training no doubt under the watchful gaze of your beautiful wife, I've came to the realization that our time might be coming to a end. To that end, I think it would be beneficial to see If your ready to return home or not. What do you think? You up for one last trial? Or will you cower like a little boy? Fufufufu!"
The serious in her tone was a surprising one. That fact alone scared, given the fact she was rarely ever serious, but her words did ring true. Perhaps It was time to see If he was worthy of returning home and becoming the warrior his father envisioned him to be. That did beg the question of how long he had been here. A few months? A year? Maybe even two? It had been so long, he had lost count, not that It mattered. Disregarding her attempt to anger him, as he was well past that in his personality, he found himself agreeing with her full heartedly. He had been itching for a real battle anyway, his warrior blood demanded it. His only wished that whatever this challenge was, he hoped It would be epic, or at least challenging.
Tamashi Seto
"I agree....tell me the details of this so called trial...."
Flashing his eyes open once more with a serious deposition, the gaze of his crimson eyes pieced across the long table until it found it's target. Waiting for an answer from that childish kitsune that sat in her chair with that awful smug of hers, he stared her down with serious intent...
Spring, Year 14
Evening
After a long day of meditation, training his mind for the further battles that surely awaited him, he found himself sitting quietly at the end of a long table within one of the great rooms that littered the great shine. It wasn't much, given the great room sat in near ruins despite his constant attempts to clean it out, but It had to do as their dining room for the time being. Across the ancient, wooden long table sat a lavish feast for a family and yet, It was only he and his self proclaimed wife, Izumai, who sat at the opposite side of the table. Honestly, he had no idea how Izumai was able to procure such an absurd amount of food on a daily basis, let alone cook it within what remained of the kitchen of the great shrine but frankly, he knew better than to question it at this point. Trying to understand kitsune logic was a topic he would never be prepared for. Blessed with silence, he basked in it as his chop sticks dug into the beef noodle dish that sat before him. As per usual, It was outer worldly, not only in taste, but in smell as well as the aroma from the countless dishes engulfed the air around him. That was Kitsune cooking for you, perhaps one of the few merits of being forced to live here without his consent. At least he would never go without a good meal. Izumai was a good hostess, he would give her that, even If he still wanted to murder her majority of the time. After engulfing some of the beef and the beige colored noodles with the rich colored broth that shined in a goldish, brownish color, he gently placed them in his mouth with his white colored chop sticks. With every swallow, he savored every bite carefully, making sure to take all the time to enjoy the feast he was provided with. Such food had put a rare smile on his face. This type of treatment almost made it worth it, being incarnated and all. This would continue for several more minutes, taking all the time he wanted to try out the various dishes that sat before him, until he realized two pupils pulsating on him. Sighing, knowing full well his tranquility was about to end, he flashed his eyes open, revealing Izumai staring him down with her amber eyes. He could see her four tails twirling radically behind her. This wasn't going to be good.
Izumai
"Seto dear, I was thinking, since you been here for so long, training no doubt under the watchful gaze of your beautiful wife, I've came to the realization that our time might be coming to a end. To that end, I think it would be beneficial to see If your ready to return home or not. What do you think? You up for one last trial? Or will you cower like a little boy? Fufufufu!"
The serious in her tone was a surprising one. That fact alone scared, given the fact she was rarely ever serious, but her words did ring true. Perhaps It was time to see If he was worthy of returning home and becoming the warrior his father envisioned him to be. That did beg the question of how long he had been here. A few months? A year? Maybe even two? It had been so long, he had lost count, not that It mattered. Disregarding her attempt to anger him, as he was well past that in his personality, he found himself agreeing with her full heartedly. He had been itching for a real battle anyway, his warrior blood demanded it. His only wished that whatever this challenge was, he hoped It would be epic, or at least challenging.
Tamashi Seto
"I agree....tell me the details of this so called trial...."
Flashing his eyes open once more with a serious deposition, the gaze of his crimson eyes pieced across the long table until it found it's target. Waiting for an answer from that childish kitsune that sat in her chair with that awful smug of hers, he stared her down with serious intent...
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