Satoshi sat upon a tall, wooden-legged stool and leisurely enjoyed his bowl of warm soup. He was seated in front of the bar of a rickety open-air restaurant assembled out of an eclectic combination of bamboo and wood. A small thatched roof furnished customers with a refreshing shade, and on this bright mid-morning day Satoshi looked in both directions around the cramped, narrow corridor nestled deep within the Susukino District. He was expecting someone.
“The last time I worked with Omoi back in the Ancient Forest, he was just a humble, inexperienced academy student. And I was a novice instructor. It was reckless of me to pit him against those ferocious beasts, and in that miserable rain no less!” Satoshi’s thoughts drifted away to his heavy gray raincoat, which ultimately he was forced to dispense with for the dampness would never abate. Fortunately, raincoats were an unnecessary burden on sunny days like this one, and he was dressed business casually in unremarkable slacks, button-down shirt, floppy tie and of course a sleek pair of glasses.
“Despite my hazardous lesson plan, Omoi conquered every single obstacle that I could throw at him. It hasn’t been too long since we last trained, but he possessed worlds of potential and I’m eager to see how far he’s grown since then.”
Satoshi finished his bowl and handed it to the elderly woman serving customers from behind the bar. He had instructed a number of pupils since working with Omoi, but Omoi Chichioya’s precocious talent left a lasting impression on him. Satoshi listlessly sipped his ice-cold glass of water and contemplated what sort of lesson plan he should challenge Omoi with today.
[WC: 277]
“The last time I worked with Omoi back in the Ancient Forest, he was just a humble, inexperienced academy student. And I was a novice instructor. It was reckless of me to pit him against those ferocious beasts, and in that miserable rain no less!” Satoshi’s thoughts drifted away to his heavy gray raincoat, which ultimately he was forced to dispense with for the dampness would never abate. Fortunately, raincoats were an unnecessary burden on sunny days like this one, and he was dressed business casually in unremarkable slacks, button-down shirt, floppy tie and of course a sleek pair of glasses.
“Despite my hazardous lesson plan, Omoi conquered every single obstacle that I could throw at him. It hasn’t been too long since we last trained, but he possessed worlds of potential and I’m eager to see how far he’s grown since then.”
Satoshi finished his bowl and handed it to the elderly woman serving customers from behind the bar. He had instructed a number of pupils since working with Omoi, but Omoi Chichioya’s precocious talent left a lasting impression on him. Satoshi listlessly sipped his ice-cold glass of water and contemplated what sort of lesson plan he should challenge Omoi with today.
[WC: 277]