[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Konshō Chizawa

NOTES - Food and more food!

Life as a neukenin was tough, but not entirely without its perks, per say. Shiina had lived this life for quite some time now, the first couple of years had been her actively avoiding Kumogakure no Sato and its inhabitants. She hadn't really given much of anything else any effort, other than training and honing her skills. The young woman had only recently come to terms with the fact that there was no need to really actively hide from those who were out to kill her. In fact, she welcomed anyone who tried, especially because it gave her an adrenaline rush like no other.

She was not a bloodthirsty person, but she welcomes spars, nonetheless.

Shiina had traveled to one of the non-shinobi nations and subsequently hung out there. The woman couldn't find a place to call home so she had made the conscious decision of setting temporary home at places that had nice hot springs and restaurants. Hot springs and food were two of her vices, alcohol coming in a close third. She loved staying in non-shinobi nations as people didn't know her and she didn't know them. All she had to focus on was being the person she wanted to be, while enjoying the sights, the food and whatever they had to offer her.

She could ask for nothing more.

The purple-haired woman walked into one of the small villages. This place was one for merchants, as she saw very quickly that there were many vendors and stalls set up along the streets. It somewhat reminded her of her own village, once upon a time. Shiina remembered being extremely excited whenever there was a festival or something because the vendors would set up shop early with a variety of different games and food for the children to enjoy. She recalled how carefree her childhood had been, once upon a time. The woman heaved a sigh, pulling off the hood that had been over her head, allowing everyone around her to see her face completely. She was wearing her signature black cloak, with some high-heeled boots. Her coat stopped just above her knees. She wore no jewelry or accessories, and nothing of her appearance screamed that she was a shinobi.

The sun provided her warmth on this rather chilly autumn day. She enjoyed its warmth, stopping just a moment to look up at the skies. The clouds parted slightly, giving the sun a bit of room to shine down upon civilization. Shiina lowered her gaze, taking in the various merchants selling street food and things like pottery and silk on the street. Perhaps today was simply going to be a relaxing day for the woman, a rarity even though she was a neukenin. She continued to walk slowly, her nostrils picking up the various food around her. She was going to have to decide on what to eat, her mouth watering as she went.

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Konsho Chizawa had been in this village as part of a vacation his mother had planned. The intention was for the family to go together and bond over a relaxing experience. But given that Konsho's conversations with Ryu were either entirely professional or scarring, Konsho had opted to exercise his right of excuse to conveniently need to meet a friend in a completely different country. It wasn't his fault that said friend was too busy to show up. Of course one his mother realized he had scheduled this during one of the Okada's biggest shows and there was no way Taki was visiting him during that time the results would be painful. But he'd rather take a chancla than actually have to interact with Ryu.
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Now that he was here though, Konsho couldn't help but entertain the idea of actually turning this into a vacation.
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The Land of Hotsprings was a simultaneously famous and infamous tourist spot. The actual location was great, although certain couples misunderstood the purpose of the nation. It would be a good break from being stuck behind a desk with paperwork, as well as dealing with the fault line that was his family. The springs were great for one with a love for physical combat, no doubt helping melt away the tension his muscles naturally carried. That combined with new food, new atmosphere and countless changes of pace, Konsho was certain a few days here would brighten his life that was slowly becoming gloomy again.
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That and he finally had something to spend his money on.
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Konsho found himself at once of the many stalls in the merchant's square, looking at the quality of meat the merchant offered. The logical part of his brain pointed out he could just hunt for himself and be immediately more assured of the quality, before countering itself with the fact that such an exercise would defeat the purpose of a vacation. Spars could break the pace of normal life but back in Takigakure even hunting- his safe space- had become routine. So he'd have to trust whomever this merchant was had prepared and cooked the steak properly. After another minute of eyeing the meat, Konsho nodded and handed the merchant pay for the food. "I'll tip after I've eaten." The man would state flatly as he walked over to a mostly empty public table to enjoy his meal.
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[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Konshō Chizawa

NOTES - Food and more food!

The sound and smell of grilled meat made Shiina's stomach growl. She looked to the right, where one of the merchants was cooking some meat on the grill. Yakiniku! The purple-haired woman immediately wandered in the direction, her eyes almost sparkling. She loved grilled meat, especially from small vendors. Peering at the meat on the grill, she had the face of a child at a candy store, completely different from the usually poised and stoic look she had on when food was not involved. Noticing the pure joy of just watching the man grill meat, he couldn't help but give a little chuckle. "Young lady, you must be really hungry! We have some very good grilled beef, lamb and chicken today, if you're interested of course..." his chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as she noticed her eyes scan the different meats on the grill. "I also have some steak if you'd like!"

Hmmm...the choices...the choices!

Shiina wondered which meat she should try. The one side of her wanted to try all of them, her indecisiveness and curiosity always getting the better of her stomach. As though reading the woman's mind, the man behind the grill smiled, telling her that he had a sampler's plate. "I'll take the sampler then!" Her eyes lit up again as she continued to watch the grill intently. "Alright, young lady, take a seat at one of the tables over on the left and I'll get you your plate when it's ready. Do you want something to drink?" Another question that spiked her indecisiveness. "I'll take a beer." The best drink to go with grilled meats was beer, after all. The man nodded his head and the woman made her way to the empty tables. As she was about to sit down at one of the big tables, she couldn't help but notice a man who now sat with a steak at another public table. Her eyes lingered on the steak, wondering whether it was good instead of the man who was eating it, which could be seen as rather strange.

A foodie would always be captivated by food.

Snapping back to reality, Shiina sat at the table behind the man, waiting patiently for her food. She saw the merchant come to her with a jug of beer, the bubbles and beer ratio was perfect. Well, that's a good start! She drummed her fingers on the table while she waited, watching the bubbles of her drink. She refused to take a sip of it until the meat was ready. And as she waited, the young woman would begin people watching, noticing that there were many tourists dressed in ryokan clothing (plain cloth yukatas with the hotel's name on it) with their family and friends. They seemed to be enjoying a vacation, something she hadn't had in a long time.

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Konsho ate his steak with a slow and deliberate pace, cutting into the barely burned steak, dripping with blood as he ate it. He was probably the only person who ate meat like this, a rarity his mother described as ‘meat that has been held near the picture of someone who had fire described to them.’ It was a unique texture but it did mean every bite exploded in your mouth. It made eating an experience.
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Which was more than he could say for the drink he had gotten with the food. Konsho had developed quite the enjoyment for more intoxicating beverages, but this was just… toxic. Tasted horrid. He had done his best to try and see if maybe the drink got better as he drank more, but there seemed to be no pay off. Half a pint down, and it was clear it wasn’t going to magically taste good. The steak on the other hand, was perfection! A thin exterior with a rough and brittle texture to contrast the difference between the smooth texture within. As the cook passed by with a sampler and drink for another woman who sat nearby, Konsho would hand the man a small stack of cash. "A few more rounds please. Any meat you can. Same rarity.” The stall owner, admittedly overwhelmed by the amount of money that was just handed to him, would bow with thanks before running off to cook as much as he could. The fact that Konsho hadn’t even finished his steak before ordering more likely spoke well to the quality of the food.

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[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Konshō Chizawa

NOTES - Food and more food!

If she had ever seen a savage, it was probably the man that was now eating his steak like an animal. And she wasn't even exaggerating either, her eyes rested on the man who seemed to be overly excited about his meat, especially the fact that blood from the obviously undercooked parts of the meat were dripping from his mouth. She disliked people who had no etiquette, especially when it came to food. And it was this lack of etiquette that drove Shiina to simply stare at him, choosing a spot at the table to his left, while she waited for her own food. Just by peering at his plate, she could already tell that this place did not live up to the expectations she had held based on the smell of the grilled meat from before. The man behind the grill was nice enough, now carrying a tray of cut steak, realizing that he was serving a 'lady', he even went ahead and cut the steak up into bite sizes, so that she wouldn't have to deal with the potential that this other customer seemed to be.

"Here you go miss, steak and a beer!" he would say cheerfully, putting down an enormous plate of meat and a jug of beer. The beer looked quite appetizing, she noted to herself, the bubbles on top forming the perfect balance between foam and liquid. It was hard for most places to get the balance right, requiring not just premium beer but an expert in pouring as well. She could tell that the man was experienced, lifting up the beer to look at it in the light. She could see the carbonation within the glass, a sign that this was going to be a good drink. Placing her lips on the brim of the glass, the woman took a good long drink, the smoothness of the beer itself mixed with the kick from the carbonation created a perfect balance. As she put her jug down, she would notice that there was no bitter aftertaste, which often came with lower quality beers. Smiling, her meal was getting off to a good start.

But like all things, a good start didn't mean a good ending.

Shiina dug a fork into one of the pieces of meat on the plate. The surface was grilled nicely, although there were bits of charcoal on it to indicate that it had been on the grill for too long. That much, she could live with, since it wasn't the end of the world if the meat was a little burnt. Of course, she preferred perfectly grilled meat by default, as with most people, but the woman knew she was not at some fancy restaurant, and so expectations shouldn't be set too high. She put the meat in her mouth, her mind immediately catching on to what was wrong. The quality of meat was not the best, the softness and melt-in-your-mouth wagyu texture that she was used to having was replaced with toughness. The seasoning was far from perfect, a tad too salty that made her tongue hurt. And then there was the rawness, which shouldn't be present if the outside of the meat was burnt. It didn't add up in her head, and so...she put her fork down with a sigh. "I had high hopes for this place..." she muttered under her breath, unaware that the customer next to her would hear.

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Konsho would remain ignorant of the woman's troubles- at least for now. For the time being he was focused on getting more meat. Whilst the rest of his meat was more on the well side, it still had that small bit of pink that made it all the more juicier to the boy. Of course his steak whenever it was available was still redder than the meat on Konsho's own bones- but no one cooks steak above Medium rare. Even barbarians knew that.
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The beer however was never touched. He swore that stuff could be used as disinfectant. Wasn't fit for human consumption. He'd merely enjoy his food silently and slowly. Any time he finished, another round was ready. By the third serving the stall owner had his timing down to the second. Even if the alcohol went to waste- as it should- he could definitely say the food was to die for!

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In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

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NOTES - Food and more food!

The woman put down her fork and knife, heaving a soft sigh. The more she took bites of the meat, the more dissatisfied she became. Shiina looked at the owner of the food stall, feeling slightly bad that she wasn't as eagerly taking part in eating the food as the other customer beside her was. In fact, to call him eating the food was perhaps an understatement, the way he shoved pieces of meat after meat into his mouth. Was he not aware what good tasting food should be? Slightly baffled, the woman would call the manager over and order three jugs of beer. At least his beer was on point, she thought to herself, drumming her fingers on the table lightly as she waited for her drinks.

She couldn't help but give the man beside a side eye, as blood from the meat dripped to the table. There was no way he could have not known that there was something wrong with the meat. In fact, nothing was right about it! Shiina kept staring at the man, even though she knew it was disrespectful to stare. The owner made her the three jugs of beer and placed them on the table in front of her. "You're not enjoying the food, miss?" He was genuinely concerned, seeing how little she had eaten. She merely shook her head and gave a small smile. There was no use offending the owner of the store, since she did appreciate the drinks. "I'm just not really hungry...I guess..." Another growl of her stomach would call her out on her bluff though.

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Ryuujin Shiina

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Konsho would soon have downed two full plates of various meats from the street vendor, a satisfied smile on his face. Out of instinct the man would go to take a drink of his beer- only to remember why he had stopped drinking the beer. Not so subtly pushing the beer away, Konsho look for the stall owner as he wished for something to get rid of this taste. Looking over to see him next to an amazingly attractive woman whom evidently was rather disappointed. The lack of hunger combined with the low quality drink must have been getting too her. Couldn't blame her.
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As the stall owner passed, Konsho would stop him and hand him about one thousand ryo as a tip. "The meat was delicious. I think you should check your supply of drinks though. I was not aware alcohol could expire."

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[Ryuujin Shiina]

In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

TAG - Konshō Chizawa

NOTES - Food and more food!

And Shiina would have happily ignored the man who was busy stuffing his face with more meat if he hadn't triggered her with his outburst to the store owner about his drinks. The woman shot him a glance, and if words could be more triggering, they would have fallen short at this point, for she was not about to let what was said about the alcohol go. The girl put down her jug a little aggressively, a thud as it hit the table, the flush on her cheeks was an indication that she had had one too many for her to lose a little of the reserve that she had.

"I would say otherwise..." she called to the owner, giving him a happy smile. "Your drinks are very nice, although the meat fell short...admittedly." Shiina kept the tact and respect in her voice, although it was obvious that she was telling the owner that he needed to up his game a little in the food department. She was never one to outwardly speak her mind, even if it was in fact the truth, but she was definitely not afraid to defend her opinion. And mind you, there was the obvious fact that she was nearing a certain degree of intoxication that made the most difficult of words to speak easy to say. The woman shot the other man a glance, one which told him that she felt that she was defiantly correct in her assessment.

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Konsho would flinch slightly as the woman, whom has had mostly forgotten was there, suddenly slammed down her drink. He was fairly certain the woman was about to start a fight. Thankfully, she maintained her distance and only spoke in opposition to his opinion. Usually Konsho would let it be but... some part of him wanted to know why. He wanted to hear her logic- if there was any. Especially with how defiantly she was doing it. Was he missing something? "The meat was the best part. It's one of the few times I've seen someone actually do medium rare correctly. Most people just cook it half way and ruin the texture." Konsho would defensively explain.
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"Last I touched that grog it had a worse taste than the most bitter of medicinal herbs." Konsho's face would quickly turn to the shop owner upon saying that. "No offense meant. I am grateful for this meal, I am just expressing my experience against hers." His gaze would return to the woman, his holding an expression as if he was talking to an insane person; cautious disagreement.

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