Private A Name That Ties Strangers [Request Ryota]

[Kyuji]

Sometime after the Summon of Clan Leaders, I found myself in the Commerical District again. Maybe, it was because I craved that delicious cake from that one shop again or simple boredom because I was told to take a day off from the Hospital. Lady Yanshi told me to go converse with the villagers since I had not spoken to many people since I was allowed to come back to civilization and I needed to learn to make more time for myself than continually going for the Byakko Clan and the village. It was hard though because we had an immediate threat on the horizon in the coming days in the form of the Baron Twins and whatever they brought with them that could result in either a successful campaign against them for the village or our very livelihoods shattered in front of our eyes and likely being indentured to them. If I had any say in the matter, we would win even if the odds were stacked against us even if that meant the Descendant of Byakko had to make the ultimate sacrifice.

It was around noon and I could hear my stomach growling as I continued to stroll through the streets, eyeing the numerous stores, vendors, and stalls. Eventually, I would stop at a street vendor selling crepes and order myself one - a ham and cheese one to be exact! We would exchange the crepe for money and I would continue on my stroll through the district enjoying a yummy treat for myself. It wasn't the same as cake like the other day when I met the new squad assigned to me but it was a different kind of taste - it still made my belly happy though as my ears on my head twitched in satisfaction. I was in happy bliss and nothing could ruin this mome---

Someone ran out from one of the alleys and bumped right into me causing me to drop my food on the ground. My food was then crushed under the footwear of numerous passersby - there was no way to salvage it at this point. Well, fuck. Tears would begin to form as I lost a tasty crepe and now, I was a sad lady. Lowering my head, I kept walking as I mourned the crepe that had an untimely loss - it should have been in my stomach.

 

[Toraono Ryota]

Ryota had just stepped out of the crepe stand, the warm paper sleeve a comforting weight in his hand. The sweet scent of fresh strawberries and whipped cream wafted up, a small, perfect victory after a long day. He was about to take his first, coveted bite when a blur of motion erupted from the alley to his left.

A person, face obscured by a hoodie, sprinted out and collided hard with a woman walking past. She let out a soft gasp, and the paper bag she was carrying flew from her grasp. It hit the pavement with a wet splat, its contents, what looked like a carefully packed crepe, spilling across the sidewalk. Before anyone could react, the fleeing figure’s foot came down squarely on the center of the meal, crushing it into the concrete.

The woman stood frozen, staring at the ruined food. Her shoulders slumped, not in anger, but in a profound, quiet disappointment that seemed to swallow her whole. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, followed by another. She didn’t sob; she just looked utterly defeated, turning to walk away as if the entire world had greyed out around her.

Ryota’s heart clenched. He looked down at his own prize, the golden crepe dusted with powdered sugar, still pristine. Without a second thought, he stepped forward. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice softer than he intended.

Ryota held out the crepe. “Please, take this. I… I didn’t get run over.” He offered a small, awkward smile. “It’s a strawberry. I haven’t touched it.”

 

[Kyuji]

It was a tragedy that the small treat that I bought myself had been quickly and utterly taken from my grasp and crushed right before my eyes. While it was not a financial burden considering the family that I was a part of, it was an emotional strike to the heart as that crepe looked so good. Now, it was taken from me and I was embarrassed to allow something so precious to be stolen from my grasp. I wanted to treat myself and I was treated to defeat and anguish - why did this have to happen when I was hungry! Continuing down the busy street, I was walking away from the scene of the crime or so I thought before someone spoke to me and I would turn to them.

This figure was tall as he towered over me and he had red hair which was seeming to become more common in this village as time went on. It could be due to the environmental changes and generations that had reproduced since I began to live here and marry Lady Yanshi, but it was still not all that common to have this color of hair. The only other people that I had seen whom had similar appearances to him were Kaen and Kasen: two old shinobi that I knew quite well that unfortunately had disappeared off the face of this world like many others that I remembered. It was unfortunate but life and time eventually caught up to all of us.

This boy man person would hold out his crepe with an awkward smile at me. He was actually offering me his food which meant he likely saw the incident with mine and my reaction to it. I would be lying if I didn't blush at the offer that he made, but I held out my hand and waved it at him in a gesture meaning 'No'. I would return the smile and with friendliness in my voice: "I appreciate the offer, but you bought that with your own money. Please enjoy your food." I would then turn away and pull out some money from my pocket before turning back to him and saying: "If you would though, could you buy me a ham and cheese one with this money. Maybe you will have better luck of not having it fling from your hands and be crushed right before your eyes." A slight giggle would come from me as I was trying to joke about what happened to lighten the mood and also not dwell on it. But, I did wonder if a replacement would be as good as the original or if my expectations due to being crush would not think it was as good.

I guess I would need another in front of me to test these thoughts. Yes, I wanted another one as I was hungry. My belly was going to start to rumble if I didn't have something soon.