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"Miso with kakuni, please", a voice said.
The head chef took the ryo, and thus was obliged to carry out the customer's order. While he was preparing the food, he shot a few casual glances, without any particular intention naturally, at the man behind the voice, who had his back turned against him. The hairstyle did not tick him off because he had seen numerous hair like that, but it was something about the black outfit that he had on as well as the aura that he had which the chef was strangely familiar with. When he put all the noodles, toppings, and broth all in one clean bowl (despite its use hundreds of times over many months), he set it all down before the man on the table-top, looking at the customer. "Here you go", the chef said.
"Looks like Kojirama wasn't too shabby in keeping the tree together...", the man said.
"Excuse me?" the chef retorted, his ears detecting a familiar tone from the man.
At last, the man turned and sat down, dipping his chopsticks into the bowl of noodles, and darted his eyes up at the chef while his twin blades were settled down right on the counter.
The chef's eyes squinted so that his senses could fully trace the source of the familiarity, before his eyes flared up and a smile hatched from his face.
"Ah..... Musashi!"
Later
"Quality has not gone down at all, Tenchi-san...." Musashi said, as he was almost done with his ramen. "Haven't seen you around in months. I heard that you left and just disappeared on some village duty or something. Well, welcome back. And where you been?"
"It was just some leisure time. I just made a personal trip around the world. That's all. Came back a few days ago, actually haha..."
"What?! Oh, man! You should have stopped by earlier then. We had your favorite".
"It was a tiring day. All that walking and training. Ah well. I picked up a few things". With the last slurps from his bowl, Musashi finished his order and used a napkin to wipe off his mouth. "You're still in business, old friend", he said, satisfied. Musashi grabbed his belongings as Tenchi tended to a bunch of other customers. He left Ichiraku Ramen, happy that even the meal reminded him of home. He was older, hopefully wiser now. As Musashi collected himself, he blended in with the crowd of his fellow men, with new and old ninja alike introduced to the busy streets of the village. He had become a shadow among the leaves....