That Shit's Wok

[Ichiro]

His backpack weighed a bit down on him, yet he stood up straight unfettered and unphased by the weight. He had been carrying around this particular bundle for most of his career, they were more important than his tools of combat by scores. He didn’t have a ready supply of his ninja tools even like those who resided in hidden villages, yet he could not put a price on these. They were his cooking supplies, the only thing he had to make money with save for bounty hunting and bounty hunting was a bit more risky, at least at his level.

He had a sizeable amount of strength, heck he had it to the point that he could even boast about it and crush an enemy here and their, but some nuke ninja he knew were not to be trifled with. At least not at his current level, the large sword that on occasion touched the ground as it hung from his back was his most useful weapon, yet at the same time it was of poor quality and easily cut if he should come into contact with that nuke nin who he had heard had found the fabled grass cutting sword.

He set his pack down, he aimed to meet with those of an equal mindset with him, those who could cook as well as they could fight.

[Gentlemanne]

''Oh? Is zhat who I zhink it is?"

Ugly, hideous. Disgusting. Why he even existed was a mystery to Gentle, but he'd work. He'd be the perfect companion for this expedition, though he need not know that yet. Approaching the boy from behind, he dragged his long, sturdy claymore behind him, the scratching and screeching of the gravel flying behind it bringing a sick, satisfied grin to his lips.

''Ach, I take it you are zhe one who made the cooking proposition?"

He muttered with a cold authority, his dirty claymore digging into the ground like a fork into flesh. This would be delicious. ''Horrible bone structure, disgusting posture. Is he even TRYING to dress well? Look at him, no class, no dignity. I should kill him, I VANT to kill him. No, no. No killing, we need to cook, I need to feed, to hunt. Burn zhe flesh, eat it. Wunderbar." Clutching his chin as he took another trip down his psychotic mental path, Gentle could offer nothing more than a lick of his lips as he stared at the boy, that was until he'd finally decide to offer some pleasantries, of course.

''So, erm..who else have you invited, herr leiche?"

[sachi]

In between hunting other people for sport and amusement and fighting world wars, one wouldn't expect the otherwise ruthless Kain to have a soft spot for something such as COOKING. It was a hobby he picked up on during the war when he'd have to cook for himself and Coco, whether they be camping behind enemy lines or not have any provisions left. Little did he know that he would not only develop a knack for it, but genuinely enjoy it too. Kain was always a direction-less young man, but there was just some fulfilling about making a well-cooked meal - who knows, maybe he was supposed to end up being a chef instead of a ninja? Although, who's to say he couldn't be both?

"Uh, where was it?"

It was a bit of a stupid question considering he was on the only path leading to the village, but there was nobody in sight and he wasn't ENTIRELY sure of where he was supposed to be meeting up with these guys - these guys being fellow Iron Chefs, cooks that doubled as warriors and that he'd met some time during the wars. It had been a long time since he'd heard from either of them, so it was an interesting thing to hear from not one, but both, even more odd that they wanted to meet up. He wondered if they were still weird as usual, and if they too kept on advancing themselves in the heavy blade style they all had in common, even if Kain had been sortof neglecting his training.

"Should be right.. here?"

He turned the corner, the apparent meeting spot being on the outskirts of a small village, and thankfully he seemed to have found the right spot. Just up the gravel road and off to the side he seen the two, a weird sort of excitement overcoming him. These shady meetings with old acquaintances reminded him of all the fun he had during the war, and with him and Coco's recent plotting who was to say they couldn't play a part in this chess game? Casual strides carried him to the two, Kain's cleaver too hanging from his back, clanging with each footstep until he'd stop short just a few feet from them. With hands tucked in his pockets, amused smirk and all, Kain spoke to break the silence,

"Hello, fellas."

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[Ichiro]

Like dominoes, one after the other each of them came to stop in the spot that he had picked. They tended to carry the same weapons they did during the war. They clattered across the ground, dragging clean lines behind them as if to signify that if any dared to follow them all they need to dowas simply follow this line. Their weapons were something flamboyant, comparable to how they cooked. It was simply nothing that another ninja, nay human could normally do. Their swords were grand larger than most humans ever grew to be in height and at some points wider than them.

They were iron chefs, who had experienced fighting in the past and were celebrated at that time as almost heroes. His skill was… at least back then not in the finesse of his bladework, it was rather the strength with which he could cleave, cut, and kill with his blade. The sword he had now on his back was a piece of shit compared to the blade back then, but money was not as readily available to him now. He assumed it was the same, though not openly with the others that stood in front of him.

They were here for a reason, a common dream that they all shared. They were already iron chefs, yes it was a goal of his to attain the title, but what he wanted more was to open a restaurant and start making the money he desired. He wasn’t done with combat… but this was a close to it, he fed off of the fame that he got for the heads he lopped off during the war, now he only sought for the same fame but in a different manner.

[Gentlemanne]

''Nein, zis simply von't do at all."

''Nein, nein, nein, nein and NEIN. I am starving, I must feed. Why are we not cooking? I must cook, I must feed. You, the one with your head in the clouds!"

Poking his long, gloved finger at Ichiro, Gentle grew a sadistic smile, his already large eyes widening to the point that the veins could be seen. ''You will explain vhy I am hungry, no. You vhil explain vhy I am not eating RIGHT NOW!" Barking his orders down at the boy, he brushed his suit off, not yet finished with his ramblings. Before too long, he himself had slipped into his own quick stupor.

-Flashback-

''Mmngh, yes, zis is simply DELICIOUS!" A young Gentle exclaimed as he ripped into another mouthful of his companions arm, his gloved fingers grasping the bone as if it was a piece of chicken. ''Wunderbar, simply wunderbar. My hunger shall not be sated, ahaha-HAHAHAHA-HA!" Laughing his maniacal laugh, Gentle slammed the limb down on the ground and barked, his nose sniffing the already completely de-limbed body, his nostrils taking in the beautiful stench of death.


''Mmm, I will remember you Ji. You were simply quite delicious."

-Flashback end.-

''Ha, and zhen I said to him. ''Vhat's wrong, you need a hand?" Ahahaha!"

Slipping back into consciousness, Gentle spat his newly formed saliva on the ground, his tongue making sure to remove any of the filth from his face. ''Mm, regardless! We must make haste, companions. Zis is not the war, I cannot find sustenance simply standing around!" Trotting off from the two, he paid them no mind, his hands rubbing and comforting each other in front of his chest. ''Zhey better be able to get me some food."

''Also, snake boy. How is zhat simply delicious looking friend of yours faring? It's a pity..it could not attend our little gathering."

[sachi]

Kain was actually enjoying the company of his old friends, despite how short he'd been here. He was never one for just hanging out with people, or even socializing much, but aside from Coco these two were the only ones he ever had a sense of teamwork with! He lowered into a crouch, cleaver digging into the ground as he did so, mouth opening as he was about to speak... up until he heard a THUNDEROUS crash in the distance. It wasn't as if it was just thunder itself, the volume was alarming in itself, and when he quickly turned to face the source of the noise he could see.. something.. off into the horizon. He stared for a bit longer, not exactly sure what he was seeing - and then, it stood up. Right before his eyes, Kain was witnessing what he could only identify by the tales he had heard during the war... it was a bijuu.

"Holy shit!"

Kain stood right up, and took off in a sprint towards it - it was probably incredibly stupid of him, but god, would it ever be an experience!

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[Gentlemanne]

''What zhe fuck?"

Crashing, smashing and destroying. These were very familiar noises to Gentle. What he had heard just then was nothing of the sort, it was pure evil. It was terrifying, monstrous, it was arousing.

''O-Oh my goodness, you big brute. You sound absolutely wunderbar."

Licking his lips in delight, he gripped the hilt of his sword and twisted it in his palms, his masked face covered in a sweaty blush. ''I must find you, I must mount you and EAT your soul. Yes, yes, this vil be PERFECT." Catching his breath finally, Gentle left in a sprint, his long, hard cleaver dragging along behind him as he rushed to the scene of the noise.

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[Ichiro]

With the collision in the distance he immediately stood up, it was not hard to find the source of the explosion and in fact in it was nigh impossible to miss it, simply turning in the opposite direction beckoned at the back of your head screaming "turn! turn!" it poked and prodded at one's curiosity until they spun about face yet again to see it, to see a bijuu. Where had they gone before? It was so hinted that the samurai were the ones who had sealed them yet he had heard of this so occurrence multiple times, the most recent he believed was the bijuu that showed up in sunagakure, one that wreaked havoc far and wide with its deafening blasts of wind. He had no more reason to stay here, he may not share any allegiance to a village yet this is what he craved, the very thing that tugged like a claw at his personality. It was his boon in that it gave him courage and yet on the equal part it was his bane as he was heading simply into the maw of danger, which might even end in the maw of that damned beast bijuu.

He gathered his supplies, he would need to assemble his position quickly and make his way over their before the scene became bloody and the army moved in to bar him out. He would etch his name into history here the very same way that he etched a line in the ground behind him.

Exit

[chiatsuki]

ichiro + 21
sachi + 16
gentle + 18