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Today was unlike any other because it was a mark in time that pinpointed a wanderer’s only defeat. It was the day he became apart of the Gotei Elite and started down a significant journey to his path of power and the first step on his journey to find his father. The setting was not at all simple, high noon was rising and the sun was nestled nicely just above the obscured sky. The breeze was calm as it ran along the bright blue sky like a river pushing along clouds of fish and birds with the west wind. The sky seemed a little calmed today, the birds were chirping a bit louder in a symphony as the school soared high above leading off to the horizon. Just beneath the clouds sat a hand reaching towards the sun; it was made of stone and held jagged fingers but a completely flat surface. This mountain was the largest of the five smaller siblings and as with most unreachable objectives in life: it held a story. The simple story was that whoever climbed all five mountains and stood at the top of the middle finger would be granted a great wish from the dragon that dwells on its peak. A story like that but with no actual witnesses was fabled at best, just a legend and slightly crazed at that but when did that ever stop this wanderer: Not ever.

The path that led up to this mountain was in itself a day’s walk and half the night on horse back. Its dirt path is odd when looked from a bird’s eye view or just far away; it twists and turns several times every mile, while the grass is lush and green along its path, the grass quickly gross too thick to walk through the closer towards the mountain one may get and rumor has it a thousand snakes live in this grass and that once every five thousand years one snake will become the new dragon. There is a small village just before this long journey that makes it money almost completely on tourists and rightfully so, everyone loves a good fairy tale until they actually see the mountain; most turn back. The village is comprised of a dozen small huts lined up along the dirt road, with the village chief getting the biggest house which was nearly three stories over the other dozen and it was sitting off to the left away from the commoners: even though even the peasants were well off compared to most others in life. This village would finally see a real adventurer or rather a wanderer come through their little town; He would scale this mountain.

It was a bright and sunny day, the heat was hot enough to make a cool man sweat but the breeze was cold and refreshing it granted a cool mixture that made this a very nice day to climb a mountain. The heat was shimmering near half a mile from the village, just over the hilltop a large silhouette is approaching; the shadow was the makeshift of a person and horse trotting along down the little road. The man was slumped over, his head bowed as if he were closer to the world of dreams than that of reality but the horse was still walking, his mane a light brown and its eyes hardy and strong. The wanderer wore dark clothing; his skin was turning slightly un-pale and he appeared blind with the use of a blindfold. It didn’t take long to reach the village gates, he and the horse passed beneath an arch which a welcoming sign which he couldn’t read of course but the moment his steed passed through the entrance there was a crowd of dozens apparently all very happy to see him and this kind of attention he didn’t mind it.

They pulled him from his horse, his head snapping upwards as he was awoken from his thoughts. “I’m here, finally.” He could only murmur before the sea of peasants all dressed in half shabby, half expensive brandished clothing pulled him from his horse and into the sea out of his comfort zone. He was bombarded with the happy cheering of this people but just to scale a mountain: it couldn’t be that simple. That’s when a voice called out to him, through the noise of his darkness he heard his zanpakuto calling to him.” I heard a woman speaking of extermination, something about snakes.” The spirit was standing in the center of his vision, his hood pulled up and arms crossed while speaking to his owner. The wanderer nodded, it never hurt to do a good deed. Half of the crowd took his horse into the stables off somewhere else in the small town while the other dragged him, kicking and screaming, into a restraint then started stuffing him full of bread and rice and sugarcane.

An elderly woman dressed in a green kimono with silver hair, was shoving food down his throat while her apparent husband, just as elderly and quite frail was getting his measurements very evasively at that. The younger generation was bowing and thanking him, but he never agreed to anything: apparently having a horse makes you a snake slayer. Good thing they had picked him most others would mostly likely have been killed: if the story of a thousand snakes is true. He gulped down what he could before getting sake poured down his throat from an enormous gourd; these people would kill him before the snakes even got a chance! Through a drunken stupor he fought the urge of getting drunk and an old style he learned from a drunk old geezer; but as long as he didn’t have anything too strong that wouldn’t kick in anytime soon. He was surrounded, suffocating close as he found himself being striped of clothing, he was being ganged up on by a bunch of old people and he was helpless as his clothing was stolen: his favorite and possibly only pairs of clothing. His echo location hearing wasn’t doing to much good as being half drunk, force fed, striped nude and felt up by grandma over there; that he didn’t see(Hear) the armor being brought in.

“This should help you fight off those dirty snakes dear!” He heard from the old woman as the rest of the crowd was murmuring to one another, he was then again very intrudingly felt up and forced into a new set of clothing: it felt like a kimono and hung tightly like one as well. Then the armor was strapped on just slightly too tight but from what the old people and some of the young females were whispering.” You look very handsome stranger!” He found himself pushed out of the little restaurant, perhaps it doubled as a clothing shop from what he could feel it all felt very silky and expensive but in all the commotion he didn’t notice that his backpack was gone, his zanpakuto, all his weapons and gear. He was stripped clean.” Those thieving! Old! Where’s my stuff grandma!” He was standing in the middle of the street, dressed in samurai armor of a purple nature, tassels of silk hung from the joints, the plating was shiny and well kept but he did find a sword on the back of his chest piece. That’s when he heard the old woman yell out to him.” You’ll get your stuff back when you rid the town of snakes dear! Have fun!”

“Note to self… never let out people rob me again.” He grumbled for a moment but soon figured if he wanted his stuff back he would need to slay all of these snakes; he needed to get up the five mountains anyway so step one was a bit forced on him but it was still step one. He drew the blade, it left its sheath with the perfect sound of metal scraping against a solid surface, that sleek sound of a blade being drawn was music to his ears and would initiate a symphony of death at least to these snakes. He was standing out in the middle of the road with the crowd of “THIEVES” behind him. He faced a straight mile of neck high grass, thick as darkness in the depths of a nightmare and kind of pointy. He took a single step into the snake way path and he couldn’t have even imagined it was this bad. That single step launched over two dozen snakes just laying in hiding; to throw themselves at him and these were big snakes too. Fortune would have it, as a child he would often find himself lost in the forest, blinded but he always thought snakes were blind too and so he kept a wild one as a pet. He never brought it home of course, it was a secret pet but every time he went to go play with it he would have to listen and feel for the creature. Its how he at first became so adapt at seeing without sight.

It was in a mere blink but the thirty plus snakes had been struck down, there bodies sliced into bits in what seemed like a single strike. His hand had been clenched the moment he took that first step and the moment these viscous creatures struck, he was ready and much faster. He took another step; he counted sixty from every angle but up. The darkness was around him, the outlines of snakes could be seen everywhere glowing with a white outline behind the darkness of the grass. Every single slithering venomous wannabe dragon: he found an ocean of them. The stories were undoubtedly true and amidst the ocean he saw the faint outlines of bones other travelers that wanted a wish, innocent people sent to their death by this snake trap. Still he was faster, a single slice ripped through the air quite clean, the force sent a wave of air strong enough to cut clean through the grass for a perfect mile. He made careful sheer not to aim to forcefully towards the village even though they probably deserved it: Stealing someone’s gear then throwing them into this snake pit, they kept the gear and probably sold it: the thieves, practically murderers.

The next step it felt like minutes between but only mere moments. He cleared his mind, his foot hit the dirt and the world around him was slightly slowed. “One, eight, twenty, sixty, hundred, one hundred and twenty snakes, this is getting fun.” He said to himself, they were still at such a low number he could count them before striking, while they were in mid air and he was just getting ready. He took out the first wave from in front of him, slicing straight across, then down, then twice more to make it all eight directions. He turned to his side, on one foot slicing through the second incoming wave, then again and again but like always it appeared to the crowd as a mere slice the grass was cut shorter once more and the bodies of snakes laid out around him like trash.” If I cut down their home they will mostly likely leave, but undoubtedly attack me and the rest of these people before they do. I could just set this place on fire… but that would be too easy.” He said to himself into his next three steps, he finally found a good idea of how to get rid of every snake as well as cutting down the entire grass land: it stretched a mile wide and nearly four hundred feet towards the mountain but he had a good idea.

With a single leap he was back at the starting point, standing with the villagers in full samurai armor. “I have a plane but I need my sword.” They were holding his stuff ransom but after seeing what he could do they unquestionable gave it back to him. He took off most pieces of the armor; he didn’t need anything weighing him down for this. He also grabbed his zanpakuto for this part of the plan. It required three swords and complete and utter mental focus. Placing the katana the village had given him between his teeth he placed it securely around the slightly sharpened fangs, snuggle in place and unmovable. He held his zanpakuto in his left hand while he took the famed broad sword in his right. He stood at the edge of the grass, breathing heavily as if to try and pump him up. He took up a three sword style stance, two of the blades behind him in arches and his head turned slightly downward.” Rampage! “He yelled through gritted teeth, his heel had been cocked back, he was in a runner’s position before bolting off into the grass.

His sight was deep in darkness, the snakes inside where slithering, constantly slithering, making horrid hissing noises like a child whacking a wasp’s nest. He couldn’t count them all, there were layers of these little bastards and no he didn’t get sentimental about his long lost pet snake, but sometimes he wonder’s where it went though. Well he bolted into the grass and like wasps but snakes they began charging at him with every little ounce of power and rage they had but faster because they were snakes and snakes were fast. He was slicing left and right within a mere half second he had reached the other side of the grassland a trail of dust shot after him before even the after images he left could catch up to him. He was down again, the grass was disappearing and quickly there were dozens of snakes flung up into the air, sorry not dozens but nearly hundreds. The grass was gone again, dust was being flung left and right as the wanderer made his way down the mile of snakes. He was counting every snake he cut up, every swing of the sword he made and each step. He had a major focus on the task at hand, slicing and dicing his way to the end but finally after nearly five seconds he was standing back at the beginning just as the hundreds of snakes hit the ground. He still had the other half though but he didn’t break a sweat.” I’ll be right back.”

He was handed a gourd and he was still a bit drunk, just about half drunk and he had forgotten really, sweating out most of the liquor he didn’t realize they had handed him the strongest sake they had; it was delicious by the way. He took one long gulp, one single five second gulp and sudden he was seeing double, hearing triple and he couldn’t hold the sword straight but that wasn’t going to stop him! “He-Hey guys… wahsts.. wahst in these.. gaulhp thas ish graet! More please!” He was given another gourd they were pouring also, he was just standing there waving around sword’s he had dropped the one in his mouth but caught it before anyone could react, and went back to drinking. Half a second later, he was standing at the edge of the grass.” Okay! You-you-you slimy, ugly lizards! I’m ganna make a coat!” With that he let out a series of hiccups and a few low burps, pretty weak but he wasn’t the burping kind of guy. He was all set, standing at the starting line of grass, completely blacked out drunk and out of his mind he took off in a single hard kick: then tripped over himself.

He had tripped over himself and was flung into a ball of blades, a ballad of drunken fury. He was spinning around like a ball into the grass, waves of air flying off in nearly every direction, he was a blur spinning around on the back edge of his blades or the flat end of his broad sword cutting up anything near him. A few moments later he was standing somewhat like a crap, holding himself up by using all three of the swords on a tripod, then proceeded to beginning hopping around, stabbing and stabbing and stabbing, kicking, flinging his legs around , stopping and killing nearly every snake that wasn’t shish kabobed on his blades. He flung himself onto his back, his feet flung in the air and began throwing himself in circles spinning faster and faster and faster, a torrent of wind rose from around his body, a dance of blades that created visible wind, the ground was being ripped up as well as the grass hundreds of feet around, every snake nearby was being diced and some were being flung away still alive, he couldn’t let that happen.” Hey! Come back here fluffy!” He yelled out his body a drunk blur as he became a disk of metal, flying around in the air in circles even cutting up any of the creatures that had been flung still alive, he created a halo above the grass and soon from that halo was a dust storm combined with a tornado wind and other stuff like dead bodies of snakes oh and a stream of red liquid which wasn’t blood: it was vomit.

He came down from the maelstrom of wind as a drill tunneling down into the grass like a land gopher or some sort of beaver that instead of chopping tree’s destroyed grass and snakes and property values. “Tunneling Sword! Hahah! Stuff! ” He said through the sound of metal scraping against each other, the wind tearing up the ground and this drill state going in wild circles and odd angles practically destroying everything near him. He went from a tornado of blades and blurs to standing on a single sword. He was looking proudly at his work; the other half mile looked perfectly trimmed while this side looked like how he cut his lawn, sporadically and with lots of loops and curves. Also the edges weren’t finished and he forget to even things out; there were many craters of just nothing ness and many more that nearly went a hundred feet down, at one point he was a dolphin on land hopping in and out of the ocean as the drill master cutting up everything in his way. He looked out, standing on one foot then raised both blades in each hand, concentrating he swung: anything that was green and left was destroyed and sent to the depths of hell. The snakes were eradicated and he was for once happy with his lawn and garden services. He flipped off the katana, picking it up as he flipped and landed in front of the astonished villagers, whom were all applauding.” I’ll make you guys a deal, give back anything you have from the dead which entered this place and return it to their families… and get me some more of that sake and I’ll let you all.. I don’t know: live! Hahah!”

No one ever knew if he was only joking about that last part, but they certainly didn’t argue or disobey. They gave the wanderer back his gear, they let him keep the armor and sword and gave him their strongest and most expensive sake: four gourds of the stuff and all the rice balls he could eat it was a good morning but he still hadn’t met the dragon or found out if the rumor was true. The traveler was back at the town restaurant, changing his clothes from the expensive and luxurious kimono to a sleek black kimono and hakama. He placed on silver plated armor; arm guards, shin guards and took off his ankle weights giving his legs a rest for just a moment while he slipped on his socks then with a small sigh he placed them back on frowning a bit as he pulled the hakama pants leg down and tied the shin guards around the back. He put on a pair of black combat boots, tied his sash belt back on, which was pure white and tied his zanpakuto sword to its loop. With a small grunt he lifted up his back pack and put it on snuggly. He grabbed a gourd of the strong sake and tied it opposite of his zanpakuto. His broadsword was beneath the backpack hovering over his right shoulder, while the samurai’s katana was tied to the back of his waist for his left hand to grab if needed. He retied his blindfold, fixed his hair a bit, ate a few rice balls and went about his way of climbing the mountain.

The traveler was at the base of the first mountain, it was more like an enormous hill but not quite becoming vertical. He started the walk upwards; it was a long trip because he really wanted to just walk: not rush. Life was long and this was too. The first mountain took him to see the sights clear over the small village except he was wearing a blindfold and he didn’t really need see any sights; he simply wanted to meet this dragon legend told of. If the snakes were real then the dragon must be too, unless only the snake part was real: That would be bullshit. He had cleared the second mountain, he could feel the temperature dropping, the air getting thinner, he was feeling slightly light headed but it was more from the hangover than anything else. The peak of the third mountain came to him quite quickly, he was high up in the clouds, there was nothing really to see but the walk was nice. He decided after nearly an hour of walking, he started walking much faster after the first hill that he could easily jump this. “Hey, mountains how tall are you?! “ He called out, seeing the vibrations of his voice echoing and bouncing around giving him quite the clear view to the next mountain top. He bent his knees, swung his arms a few times then leaped forward and he went flying. He soared through the air, his arms flailing slightly as he was sent with little control to the very peak of that vertical climb. He caught a handle of a flat rock and pulled himself up the side of the mountain standing at the very peak, the next one was the middle finger of god: for good reason. That height was enormous, but it’s not like he had much to do today anyway.

The traveler was sent floating down, after falling so fast the velocity beings to stop and he just sort of floated down: he landed with a thud but still his feet would be sore tomorrow after nearly a four mile drop. He landed at the foot of the next mountain, it was a straight climb upwards and with hundreds of jagged rocks and sharp edges or crumbly cliffs. He was going to start climbing but figured lunch would be better first. Marrock sat down, putting his backpack of gear in front of him he produced at least a dozen rice balls and a small box of dried beef with loads of pepper and salt poured on for flavor. He dipped the rice balls into a cup of soy sauce, and then devoured the rest as if starving to death. After drinking a bit of sake and finishing up the beef he was on his way once again climbing mountain finger. It took nearly an hour to reach just a hundred feet from the flat top and he felt accomplished.” Oh if there isn’t a dragon up here I’m going on a rampage again.” The top of the mountain, perfectly smooth and perfectly stone, what ever cut through this must have been mystical or really sharp. His hand came up from the edge of the mountain top, gripping it with all five fingers then his form flipping upwards to land on his feet staring out high above the clouds he looked around a moment to his dismay: No dragon.” Guess… I won’t get my wish.”

He was too hasty, too much in a rush and too young. There was bellow of a roar, a tremendous sound that made even thunder shiver in its lightning covered boots. A shadow appeared beneath his feet, he was still blind so he didn’t notice it, and he was only focused on the enormous blast that nearly blinded him or deafened him for a few seconds. His hearing came back, the wing beat of a dragon was so powerful, and the clouds were shifting with its mighty beats. He stood in slight amazement to actually meet a dragon: he honestly didn’t think they existed. The dragon stood over him in a mighty form its scales were pure red and glowing with power, its snout was nearly six feet long from nose to the bridge between its fiery eyes. The wings felt bigger than the mountain top and much more powerful. Its tail coiled around the traveler, he couldn’t compel himself to fight he simply allowed the dragon to do as it pleased; who could argue its spirit energy was crushing. With a booming voice it called to him in an ancient language, one he did not understand, the dragon knew this and it was quite excited to have a visitor. The dragon reached out with its massive claw and touched his forehead a tremendous transfer of power and knowledge. Marrock spoke in union as the dragon spoke. “Without Knowledge, Skill cannot be focused. Without Skill, Strength cannot be brought to bear and without Strength, Knowledge may not be applied.” Marrock nodded at the words of wisdom, still awestruck. The dragon then lashed out at him with it’s tail, something he didn’t expect but he knew the only creature to have ever done that as a greeting: his old pet snake!

He caught the dragons tail, then tackled the beast to the flat of the mountain, standing on its chest, before it kicked him up into the air like a bullet but as he was falling his old pet let out an excited roar and tried to eat him with its giant maw, but he belly flopped into his past pet snake giving it a giant hug, the creature laughed which shook the mountain and the two friends played once again if only for a moment. Marrock returned standing as the dragon stood as well, bowing before him and he bowed back in respect.” It’s been so long, fluffy… Well you’re not fluffy anymore. What should I call you?” He asked the mighty deity as it folded its wings and roared at him; little did he know he was also roaring, the language of dragons. The mighty dragon spoke with a thunderous bellow.” Call me friend!” Marrock brought his hand to his old friend’s snout petting him happily he had his old friend back.” Oh... that’s right, the wish… I had heard rumors?” Sadly the dragon shook his head and Marrock knew that there was no wish to be had but still seeing his old friend was more than what he could have hoped for. He was certainly happy and more than surprised.

“Marrock, my old friend I shall not let you leave empty handed. Take my fang and scale. They are so valuble you shall become a king among men!” Marrock simply smiled, shaking his head in disbelief.” You know me old friend. I do not seek money.” The dragon bellowed again, hitting him with his tail nearly knocking him over but he had caught his tail and was brought up face to face with the mystic creature. “Fashion them into a blade and shield, they will serve you well my old friend. I never meant money, how could you do me such a dishonor!?” Marrock laughed a bit and bowed in honor.” I am sorry… but I shall do as you ask.” Taking the enormous fang of the dragon he gave it a few hard tugs and on the very last he popped out like magic but it weighed a half ton and then some! He was set down with a light grunt, he was told where and he took the dragon scale it was the perfect size for a shield.” Now Marrock. Brace yourself.” He was instinctive and held the scale out with the fang. From the dragons maw a fierce blast of flame erupted from its throat, a rainbow of colors that collided with the ground beneath his feet and shot in a spiral around him creating a funnel as the fang and scale were molded into a giant sword and a red mirror like shield. He reached out touching the flame but it didn’t hurt him, it was a refreshing wave that ignited his spirit. Nearly minutes later he was left at the center of the mountain, a new sword and shield in hand in exchange he gave the dragon the old samurai sword which he gladly accepted.

The wander sheathed his new sword in a second scale given to him by his old friend, it surpressed the power and transformed it into a simple katana until needed. He tied it to his waist and placed the shield on the side of his backpack, it fit snuggly. “My old friend, thank you, I mean I really can’t thank you enough.” The dragon bared its fangs, a hot breath of fire expelled from his nose as he had one last gift. ”Marrock, take off your blindfold.” He did not argue and from the blindfold came a shining light, the dragon roared and the blindfold was replaced the gift he was given was to come in handy much later on. Marrock looked up to his old friend, his spirit energy was flowing wildly around him, but it appeared as a mystical rainbow of flame, burning so intensely he thought he might melt the mountain to nothingness.” This power, it’s yours isn’t it?” He asked the dragon but the dragon shook its head.” No it is yours, but now you will always be able to remember me. Just take off your blindfold and you will be filled with courage and from that power.” Marrock looked at his hands, covered in the mulit-color flame he knew this was his own power it felt different from the dragons it was his courage and willpower spiritfied with the flame. He looked up and stepped forward hugging his old friend but he knew it was time to leave.” Dragon, I’m happy you got your wish my little snake.” He nodded in response then gave one last earth quaking shout. “You will get your wish one day Marrock. I promise. If you ever need me, just roar in our secret language.”

“I shall do that my old friend. I will call you soon, I won’t let you be lonely up on this mountain top… Oh and make sure to visit those villagers down there. Scare them a little and tell them to send you a friend or something. I took care of all the snakes in the grass.” With that the dragon grabbed him by the backpack, lifting him up into the air and throwing him straight across the sky, he flew in an arch and landed on his a** right at the gates of the small mountain town. He was met with plenty of sake, a crowd of villagers and a dozen or so other gifts but he took his horse and new gear and some more sake and made his way off into the plains heading back towards the rukongai districts.” He was informed of a man by the dragon, someone whom could train him in the ways of controlling spirit energy. Some man named kenshin. So the wanderer set out on this path, reaching the edge of the rukongai district in hopes of finding this kenish.

The wanderer was heavy set with gear, riding on horse back and instead of being tired or weary from a long weeks journey he was rather excited to meet this person, whom he was still looking for but the vision said he would meet him soon and in front of the rukongai district so this must be the place. He was hunched over, his hood pulled down to mask his face and a a body of weapons covering him. A broad sword on his back, a zanpakuto katana at his hip and on the back just over his butt rested a dragon fang sword, sheathed to control its power and keep it in a travel ready form. The sun was glaring down facing him, the world slowly turned from a field plane to what the rukungai 80 was known for: destroyed homes, shacks, ruined buildings and a slew of dead bodies just laying out in the street as if it were the thing to do now days. "Hm... this seems about right."

The man yeilded the horse, grabbing it by the reigns and placing it to a stop with a small whinny from the hazel furred beast. "Thats enough for now girl, go rest." he petted her along the snout before leaping off the tamed beast. He was standing at her side, petting her and feeding her a carrot, when finished he checked his body to have everything he needed. To a small pouch inside of his kimono he found three smoke bombs sitting loosely, his three blades slung around his shoulder, hip and butt, his armor was tied on nice and tight, one to each arm and one to his shin guards. His shield was firmly on his back, but he pulled it off and placed it on the snatchel of the horse, he had eveything he needed and he felt the powerful entity approaching him was none other than the man he was meant to meet.

With a pat on the panys side and a word she took off heading home until he would call her again, he had to snag a bottle of sake from her side and a second bottle of water; it was never good to get dehydrated in the middle of a fight and the sake just tasted nice. He tied each bottle to his hip, right infront of the zanpakuto, they were gourds not bottles, one was clear and the other dark red. He approached the man walking his way, pulling his hood down to reveal a blindfold and light brown hair spiked up and parting off in strands around the clothe. "Hey excuse me, are you kenshin? If your not you can get out of my way but i was told i'd meet this man here and i don't see anyone else around... standing. So by process of elimination you must be him. You looking for a student or a fight? Maybe both?"

He stared at the man in the suit, it was almost a pain to get people to help these days. Between thieving old people and a man to full of himself to teach the next generations it was a wonder why he never joined the thirteen court guard squads: it was just a pain in the a**. True he could get by without help, but the amount of power he would gain from this specific training is nearly immeasurable. The sightless man noted him walking still, but he swirved off to a small ramen shop, this was oddly curious. One, there being a ramen shop on the outskirts of rukungai district number 80 and two he couldn't have come all this way for ramen, there must be an ultieror motive. Well either way this man was the one he saw in said vision, so he was the one he needed to seek out but the only problem is how? How could he get an unwilling person to do something they weren't in the position to do, he thought of an idea.

He unfastened his broad sword and held it by the bucklet, walking into the ramen shop he took a seat right next to the man in the suit, placing his broad sword against the counter. He sat down, not as a man wanting something but simply looking for anwsers and he knew just how to get them. "Well, friend. If you'd like to continue on this path, you've got me as a roadblock. There isn't many options on the table for you. Unlike this menu." he picked up a small menu, pointing out to the cook what he wanted to eat with a show of his finger. "And a small bottle of sake, please. Extra egg on my ramen as well. Thank you." He said casually, his head never turning to the other."Whats next is up to you."