The indignity.
To be hunch over a filthy public toilet, groaning pathetically to futilely mask the disgusting noises she was making while the contents if her lower intestines were forcibly ejected from her rectum was too much to bear. The humiliation Sarada felt at her current predicament was crippling.
She growled impotently and balled her hands into fists. "I swear," she seethed, "I'm gonna feed that bitch her teeth!"
It was that bitch waitress. There was no doubt about it. If she wasn't directly responsible, then she played a hand. She planted the idea in the cook's head.
She was fortunate she managed to get her armor and tights off before the explosion detonated. It would have been beyond embarrassing to have to ask Jinzi to wash it for her.
Just wait until I get out of here. You're gonna have to forcibly eject my foot from your ass.
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
“ That’s not necessary. I am sure you can handle yourselves just fine.” Now it smells like a trap, or a test.
They have been there at least half an hour now and the first ten large take out orders for Zaofan are ready, by the way.
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
The last of it was over, by her estimation. Sarada still felt funny, but well enough to leave that shithole -- ugh! -- and rejoin her friends. Her appetite was gone, unfortunately.
She cleaned herself thoroughly and redressed, then washed her hands.
Her eyes cast over her reflection in the mirror. Jinzi and Kami would want me to be on my best behavior. That's the only reason why I won't kill her. I have to think of something else. I can't just let this slide!
Sarada found some air freshener and sprayed it around herself like it was deodorant, then marched out of the restroom and back to the table.
“You can see it then. A warrior brings everything they have into the confrontation with them. It is as integral as it is unavoidable, the foundation of character.”*
“There are those who would seek to lose themselves in the moment of the battle, blind to everything but the all-consuming death-instinct to survive. But being consumed by the task at hand is to surrender your life to be nothing more than a vessel for the ephemeral moment.”
He remembered the words Totoma had with Kami hours earlier.
“Everything about one's life has brought them here to this moment until they now face the opponent befor ethem. If they felt themselves to be any less than they are, then their minds become blurred. It is like losing your footing as soon as you stand. From the thoughts of action to the realization of intention, how much time would be lost trying not to slip? How many more waking moments can we be afforded to lose?”
Gathering for a moment's reply, Ochazuke's lips pressed and Totoma could hear a faint grinding*. Seeing the fighters before him, he remembered himself, though words failed him after Totoma once again caught him off-guard.Boy would it be funny if Mister Ochazuke wanted a technical analysis, only to get his half-baked psychoanalysis. Actually, no, that'd be horrible.
"Or if you're interested in my expert technical analysis... she snuck through the shadows and kicked her in the groin!"
The snicker following the comment would make it obvious that the comment was in pure jest.
After a moment, the snickering subsided and Totoma's expression hardened again. "Sorry, I tend to make jokes when forced out of my comfort zone."
But now knowing the younger man's powers of observation were intuitively grasping of so much more than the surface conflict, Ochazuke closed his eyes, inhaled stiffly and held the breath.
“...apt, in a fashion. But it is not the method, but the matter we must be aware of. Observe further.”
“The difference in power is plain. The untrained eye can ascertain this. But
“Though they are opposing forces, they are integrated as one relationship in this moment. The realization of their relationship to one another colours their actions."
Karine's salvo fell upon Kami's afterimage, fading away and shifting their positions. "Ki gives them the tools to realize their will. But understanding the difference and accepting it are two different things.”
Karine seized the advantageous position, leveraged her power and landed her blow on Kami successfully.
“When power fails, then, to accept no limitations, that is the emergence of a person's truth realized in a perfect moment. The intention forms effortlessly, and a move is made without hesitation, intuitively, without a weighted thought.”
Up at the counter, Zaofan thanks Chou and speaks to the bartender. "You have salads, right? And also, full on vegetarian meals? I'd like a few of those, too. On top of the previous orders. Thanks."
Zaofan then turned around and leaned against the bar with his elbows. Sarada wasn't anywhere to be found, but the other seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jack seemed to be... occupied... at the moment. Best to leave him be.
But the waitress spoke of Brutus, who once came third in the tournament. He must have been formidable indeed. Thus, Zaofan began to sense his ki -- Yes, there he is. Definitely in the kitchen. But ... that strength! That powerlevel! He's strong!
...and he's a cook, too? I wonder if he's a kindred spirit. Why did he stop competing? Or... if he's running a place like this, would he be friend or foe?