06-08-2017, 02:54 AM
Ten sets passed. Takezo's breath had elevated and his brow glistened with sweat. His arms burned and his stomach growled. Ten sets of twenty for each cardinal direction would have to do. It would do him no good to enter this fight tired and hungry. There was no telling when he would come out of this Abyss. Food, rest and a bath were on the top of his list.
One thought crossed into his mind though. That squid-thing had suggested he use the punching bags. Silly as the thought was, he strode towards the leather covered bags and brought his sword up. One swift cut cleaved clean through the bag, letting the bottom half fall. A twist of his blade, he brought it down for a second strike. The remains of the bag hit the ground in two leather slices and a pile of packing. Takazo chuckled as he flicked his blade, sheathing it with an almost graceful motion.
With that completed, he left the dojo. A glance back, he noticed the note left by the squid-woman. His smirk returned, noting her use of the word "demon" to describe him. "I am a demon even among Primes, it seems..." He left the paper intact.
Takezo followed his nose. The smells were distant, but a game of "hot and cold" eventually lead him into a section dedicated to food and drink. His brow furrowed at the many... MANY foreign food depictions. He stopped at one particular restaurant which served what looked like large, flattened loaves smothered in tomatoes, cheese and various other things. It looked strange, but smelled... intoxicating.
He decided that this might be something to try, later. He could not afford his stomach torn asunder by foreigner food. Instead, he found a more fitting server. Placing himself at the bar, where he could see through a pane of glass various types of sashimi and... Oh look... "Calamari..." How interesting. Takezo chose not to order the squid, in case he met that squid-thing in combat. He would have his fill then.
By the time he finished ordering, his plate was full of various cuts of fish, thick noodles in dark sauces, and plenty of rice. Even some odd form of chicken the woman had called "Sweet and Sour." A combination so outrageous that he simply had to try it.
The sashimi was far fresher than he'd ever tasted. The noodles were spiced oddly, but not poorly, and the rice was of a grand quality. The chicken... was eaten first. The sauce was absolutely baffling. It was not quite either of what it predicted, yet both at the same time. Takezo had never had his tongue so confused, but here he sat... tongue questioning what exactly abomination it was being forced to make sense of.
One thought crossed into his mind though. That squid-thing had suggested he use the punching bags. Silly as the thought was, he strode towards the leather covered bags and brought his sword up. One swift cut cleaved clean through the bag, letting the bottom half fall. A twist of his blade, he brought it down for a second strike. The remains of the bag hit the ground in two leather slices and a pile of packing. Takazo chuckled as he flicked his blade, sheathing it with an almost graceful motion.
With that completed, he left the dojo. A glance back, he noticed the note left by the squid-woman. His smirk returned, noting her use of the word "demon" to describe him. "I am a demon even among Primes, it seems..." He left the paper intact.
Takezo followed his nose. The smells were distant, but a game of "hot and cold" eventually lead him into a section dedicated to food and drink. His brow furrowed at the many... MANY foreign food depictions. He stopped at one particular restaurant which served what looked like large, flattened loaves smothered in tomatoes, cheese and various other things. It looked strange, but smelled... intoxicating.
He decided that this might be something to try, later. He could not afford his stomach torn asunder by foreigner food. Instead, he found a more fitting server. Placing himself at the bar, where he could see through a pane of glass various types of sashimi and... Oh look... "Calamari..." How interesting. Takezo chose not to order the squid, in case he met that squid-thing in combat. He would have his fill then.
By the time he finished ordering, his plate was full of various cuts of fish, thick noodles in dark sauces, and plenty of rice. Even some odd form of chicken the woman had called "Sweet and Sour." A combination so outrageous that he simply had to try it.
The sashimi was far fresher than he'd ever tasted. The noodles were spiced oddly, but not poorly, and the rice was of a grand quality. The chicken... was eaten first. The sauce was absolutely baffling. It was not quite either of what it predicted, yet both at the same time. Takezo had never had his tongue so confused, but here he sat... tongue questioning what exactly abomination it was being forced to make sense of.