As night fell on the city of Kurosawa, it unexpectedly became loud and more boisterous as the city streets filled with those wanting to unwind, and forget a hard and busy day of menial labor. Students, executives, shinobi, and children all mingled and walked amongst each other. It was part of the reason Maikeru enjoyed night so much. If you ignored the fact that most shinobi operated at night time, it was.. peaceful. It was heartwarming in a sense.
Which did beg the question of why he was sitting alone at the stand of an udon bar, waiting for his first order of beef udon to come. He watched with drooling anticipation as the chef behind the counter cooked and prepared the noodles, beef, and began filling a bowl with the warm broth. His eyes sparkled as he watched the steam rise off of the delicious nectar of a liquid, causing a happy smile to roll onto his face.
Though udon is always better with company, beggars couldn't be choosers. His friends had been unable to join him for the journey, due to life commitments, family, etc. As much as he would appreciate his company, he doubted he would ever run into that nunekin he had met here before. He let out a long, solitary sigh as he stared down at the mask that sat before him on the counter. He didn't know what to make of it, but, it seemed to speak to him. It was as if the mask had it's own meaning and story behind it, though, that was probably just the hunger talking.
Finally, he heard the bell, and the slamming of a bowl in front of him, which drew him from his quiet reverie.
"Order up!" The chef bellowed, before quickly moving to another bowl to prepare. "Enjoy the food young man!"
"Ah!" Maikeru cried in surprise, shaking his head. Just as quickly, he spread two chopsticks apart, and put his hands together. "itadakimasu!"
It was time to eat.
Which did beg the question of why he was sitting alone at the stand of an udon bar, waiting for his first order of beef udon to come. He watched with drooling anticipation as the chef behind the counter cooked and prepared the noodles, beef, and began filling a bowl with the warm broth. His eyes sparkled as he watched the steam rise off of the delicious nectar of a liquid, causing a happy smile to roll onto his face.
Though udon is always better with company, beggars couldn't be choosers. His friends had been unable to join him for the journey, due to life commitments, family, etc. As much as he would appreciate his company, he doubted he would ever run into that nunekin he had met here before. He let out a long, solitary sigh as he stared down at the mask that sat before him on the counter. He didn't know what to make of it, but, it seemed to speak to him. It was as if the mask had it's own meaning and story behind it, though, that was probably just the hunger talking.
Finally, he heard the bell, and the slamming of a bowl in front of him, which drew him from his quiet reverie.
"Order up!" The chef bellowed, before quickly moving to another bowl to prepare. "Enjoy the food young man!"
"Ah!" Maikeru cried in surprise, shaking his head. Just as quickly, he spread two chopsticks apart, and put his hands together. "itadakimasu!"
It was time to eat.