Noba and I quickly arrived at the commercial district, at which point I ceased maintaining my bone amalgamation jutsu. The wolf made of bones would then disappear once again, leaving the two of them to walk through the commercial districts together. Along the way I tried to point out a few of the shops, and we smelled delicious food from many of the different restaurants that littered the area. The commercial district, as always, was buzzing with families and couples from around the village. Some parents called to their kids who were running too far away and in the distance a man stood out with a tray of food which he then offered to us as we passed. I declined as I had already tried their wares regularly, but I insisted Noba grab a sample to curb his hunger for the time being.
“All the food here is delicious, though where we’re going is a bit… more.” I would explain. “I mean, that is to say, there are different districts here. Some parts are… poorer than others?” I wasn’t doing too well with words at the moment, but I hoped that I wasn’t seeming harsh. I loved all people of Suna, and I actively shopped the cheaper restaurants and shops to support my people, but I wanted to treat this guest and treat him I would. We came to a point where the establishments became a big more exclusive. The staff began to wear fancier uniforms and the people that shopped in them weren’t quite as fashionable or comfortable as Shinobi, in their expensive suits and dresses. The sun was beginning to set, and many people would be coming out to enjoy the nightlife in Suna.
“Here we are.” I would say calmly as we came across the entrance to my favorite restaurant. It wasn’t like most of the restaurants in this district which were hard to get reservations for; instead it was simply a sit down hole-in-the-wall shop. The owner was a top chef who used to own a big fancy restaurant in the golden crystal district but got tired of the same-old same-old of rich fools that didn’t appreciate his cooking. So he moved to what looked like a ramen shop, and coincidently he did have ramen on his menu, and has since catered fancy meals to those who weren’t quite as well off. Of course, with my connections I could afford any of the restaurants in this area but I had a good relationship with the owner of this one.
“Good evening, Chef.” I said, never referring to the man by his real name which I for sure knew, because he DEFINITELY had one. “I have a friend from out of town, so make sure you give him your best stuff, eh?” I would motion for Noba to to take a seat as I did the same. There for several stools set up in front of a large wooden counter covered in coasters and various condiments for the wide variety of menu items.
“Faita-chan,” he would reply in a deep rasping voice as he turned to face them. “You always bring many mouths for me to feed.” He laughed hardily and gave a light punch on my shoulder over the counter. Then he put his forearm on the counter and leaned over towards Noba. “Tell me, son. What would you like?” Behind him, hanging from the ceiling, was a large menu of food ranging from hand-cut steak to fancy ramen to macaroni-and-cheese.
((Continued from here. I feel like I kinda cheesed it up on this one, just a long post of nothingness but I hope I described it enough for you to reply properly ^_^')
“All the food here is delicious, though where we’re going is a bit… more.” I would explain. “I mean, that is to say, there are different districts here. Some parts are… poorer than others?” I wasn’t doing too well with words at the moment, but I hoped that I wasn’t seeming harsh. I loved all people of Suna, and I actively shopped the cheaper restaurants and shops to support my people, but I wanted to treat this guest and treat him I would. We came to a point where the establishments became a big more exclusive. The staff began to wear fancier uniforms and the people that shopped in them weren’t quite as fashionable or comfortable as Shinobi, in their expensive suits and dresses. The sun was beginning to set, and many people would be coming out to enjoy the nightlife in Suna.
“Here we are.” I would say calmly as we came across the entrance to my favorite restaurant. It wasn’t like most of the restaurants in this district which were hard to get reservations for; instead it was simply a sit down hole-in-the-wall shop. The owner was a top chef who used to own a big fancy restaurant in the golden crystal district but got tired of the same-old same-old of rich fools that didn’t appreciate his cooking. So he moved to what looked like a ramen shop, and coincidently he did have ramen on his menu, and has since catered fancy meals to those who weren’t quite as well off. Of course, with my connections I could afford any of the restaurants in this area but I had a good relationship with the owner of this one.
“Good evening, Chef.” I said, never referring to the man by his real name which I for sure knew, because he DEFINITELY had one. “I have a friend from out of town, so make sure you give him your best stuff, eh?” I would motion for Noba to to take a seat as I did the same. There for several stools set up in front of a large wooden counter covered in coasters and various condiments for the wide variety of menu items.
“Faita-chan,” he would reply in a deep rasping voice as he turned to face them. “You always bring many mouths for me to feed.” He laughed hardily and gave a light punch on my shoulder over the counter. Then he put his forearm on the counter and leaned over towards Noba. “Tell me, son. What would you like?” Behind him, hanging from the ceiling, was a large menu of food ranging from hand-cut steak to fancy ramen to macaroni-and-cheese.
((Continued from here. I feel like I kinda cheesed it up on this one, just a long post of nothingness but I hope I described it enough for you to reply properly ^_^')