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Post by Ðr. Tran on Feb 25, 2014 18:22:27 GMT -5
 A big shadow fell across the opening to the Ichiraku Ramen shop. A breeze blowing lightly as the shadow inched closer to the flaps hanging down over the bar area. A hand would shoot out and part the banners as in walked a large, armor wearing, long spiky haired ninja. Choujin, looking much like other members of his family, his soft round face and large features were quite the norm at this eatery.
"Hey, old lady Obasan---three large bowls of Tonkotsu, and six dumpligs with a pot of tea please"
He would say with a smile as he took a seat. The old woman, his great aunt, considering Choumji was his father, and Choumji was uncle to Chouji who had married Ayame who had a daughter and this daughter was now forty something, so by relations she was his great aunt. Or so it was believed. |
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Post by Tenkō on Feb 26, 2014 12:29:45 GMT -5
Today had been a relatively relaxing day for Tenkō, by her standards anyway. As required by her training regimen she was up well before the sun broke over the horizon and the majority of the village still slumbered. Eight-hundred laps around the village wall before the first light of day. An easy enough feat, considering she had done this five hundred times while doing handstands as a form of punishment before. So to add an extra measure of difficulty she decided to wear a tortoise shell she got from her great-godfather. At first glance it looked normal enough, large enough to reach from her head to her rear end, with straps attached so that it could be effectively worn. However, it was unnaturally heavy. Most scales cracked before they could give a proper readout. But for and foremost it was heavy to her.
So she ran, and ran, and ran. Some of the guards on patrol even started to take bets on if she could complete her task in time. In the end, she failed. Two laps short when the light broke over the forest. She cursed herself mentally, despite the reassuring words of her friends on the wall. Failure was not acceptable though. In return, she tasked herself with completing four-hundred bear crawls around the village.
It was around noon when she finally finished and cleaned herself up. As she walked through the village on her way to see if any missions were available her stomach let out a somewhat audible grown. A few people glanced in her direction, but she paid them no mind. "Hm." Scanning the nearby area she spotted Ichiraku Ramen shop. It had been a while since she ate there so she followed behind the Akimichi kid and took a seat.
"Four large miso with pork, cabbage, bean sprout, onions, and corn. Four gyōza and tea as well." Her stomach growled once more. "And a serving of shrimp tempura."
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Post by Ðr. Tran on Feb 26, 2014 19:20:56 GMT -5
Choujin would look over at the rather fit woman, seeing the distinct trait that he saw in pictures at the academy back when he was younger. The dark hair, kind of bland features, the brows. Yep, Choujin had no clue who she was.
"You seem hungry, work up an appetite?"
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Post by Tenkō on Feb 27, 2014 9:59:02 GMT -5
While she could Tenkō simply sat in silence, watching as the woman made preparations for the pair of large orders. The thought crossed her mind that maybe she would offer to help out, since it was so much. The thought left as fleetingly as it came though, and soon the Akimichi kid started talking to her.
"Not particularly," she said nonchalantly. Why did everyone always seem so stunned whenever she ordered food? Well, anyone outside of her family that is. Though, she did assume that an Akimichi would be more understanding. "A few hundred laps around the wall. But I did miss breakfast," Tenkō added as she glanced up at the boy. She always wanted to fight against one of them. He was large, a typical trait of his clan, but still young. Too young to challenge to a spar once the meal was over. There would be no sport to it.
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Post by Ðr. Tran on Mar 29, 2014 22:41:04 GMT -5
He nodded, listening. As his food came, he would look over at her, a moment later her food would arrive. Proceeding to eat, he would tip the large bowl up, and just basically gulp down the contents. The second bowl he would move to as he set aside the first, taking his time, as he dipped his dumplings in the ramen broth and devoured them. Holding a pair of chopsticks he would look over to the girl, seeing how she fared against her opponent of a meal.
"That is not good, skipping breakfast while working out... they say thats how you develop ulcers!"
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