Chapter 98: The situation in Namimori Town. Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.
"Welcome! We're getting ready to close."
The black-haired boy who was standing behind the kitchen counter and sorting ingredients raised his head when he heard the voice, and his eyes fell on the face of the figure who pushed the door open and walked in, and his eyes paused slightly.
"Ah, what a coincidence." Fushimi Kyoji sighed regretfully as he stood in front of the door. "Then we'll have to find another one."
Yamamoto Takeshi was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously smiled brightly: "Oh, it's Fushimi."
I noticed that Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes shifted slightly, and the direction seemed to be... behind the player?
Fushimi Kyoji also turned around, but didn't see anyone.
Did you think someone else would come?
"Mr. Reborn said that Yamamoto-san doesn't want everyone to worry, and Sawada-san is still in the hospital with the injured Gokudera-san, so I'm the only one here."
Yamamoto Takeshi nodded slightly, his inquiring gaze silently shifting towards the player: "Then..."
Fushimi Kyoji understood something from his eyes and confirmed uncertainly, "Eh, did I misunderstand? So you don't welcome my words."
"Hahahaha, how could that be?" Yamamoto Takeshi couldn't help but laugh heartily at the player's fake shock. When he'd finished laughing, his smile faded slightly, and after a moment of serious thought, he gave his answer, "Fushimi is a special guest."
While inviting the players to take their seats, he did not stop his hands from preparing sushi for the remaining tables of guests in the restaurant.
"Dad accidentally twisted his waist, so I'll be the head chef of Takeshi Sushi today." Sitting at the booth, one can see Takeshi Yamamoto busying around from all angles.
Even though it wasn't the busiest time of the year, Yamamoto Takeshi was the only one in the store. After seeing off a table of customers and having some free time, he started talking to the players again.
"...Although I'm just an apprentice, I've helped my father a lot. Please leave the taste to me."
Yesterday's battle with Valya ended in a whimper. Before leaving, Yamamoto Takeshi told her that he might not come to class tomorrow.
Eh...
I saw outfits other than school uniforms and sportswear.
Get the sushi chef’s new look!
Yamamoto Takeshi calmly met the player's gaze, and when he realized that the player was just interested in his unusual attire, he stood still and let the other person take a closer look.
When the attention shifted from him to the menu, Takeshi Yamamoto took the opportunity to recommend types of sushi to the players.
"We're sold out of tofu puffs. The only option left is nigiri sushi. Or maybe crab roe gunkan (gunkan)? How about tuna sushi? I'd recommend the otobuta (big belly). Oh, it requires some knife skills."
"Then can Yamamoto-san do it?"
Yamamoto Takeshi didn't answer immediately, but said noncommittally: "I will try my best not to disappoint the guests."
"Which are the most popular?" the player asked.
He wiped his hands clean and served the beautifully presented sushi, half-reminiscing, "Hmm... I haven't paid much attention to it. It's more about the customer's choice of fish. But most people would choose big belly, redtail, or something like that."
Yamamoto Takeshi took out a piece of tuna belly that needed to be processed and showed it to the players: "Look at the patterns on it, isn't it beautiful?"
"If Dad were here, all the seats would have been booked out long ago." Yamamoto Takeshi smiled cheerfully. "Maybe Fushimi can try all the different types of sushi today?"
Ah, so Yamamoto Takeshi’s cooking skills are inferior to his father’s.
Chew chew...
tasty!
Although I have never tasted the sushi made by Yamamoto Takeshi's father, I can't make a comparison.
Judging from the sushi that players have eaten in real life, and then evaluating the one in front of them, Yamamoto Takeshi is definitely qualified!
"Thank you for your patronage. The total is 400,000 yen." Yamamoto Takeshi put away the tray and said to her with a smile as he quietly watched the player chewing with squinting eyes and puffing up her cheeks.
Player Chewing Chewing: "...a black shop."
"Hahahaha? This is the first time I've been told that." He remained as nonchalant as ever, only saying with a hint of distress, "The good reputation my dad has built running Takeshi Sushi over the years is going to be ruined in my hands."
Fushimi Kyoki asked, "Can the chef's friends get a free meal?"
Yamamoto Takeshi blinked at her and said ambiguously, "That depends on the situation."
"Compared to ordinary guests, don't special guests get any preferential treatment?" The player poked his head in curiously.
"Hmm..." Yamamoto Takeshi pinched his chin and thought for a moment, then he approached mysteriously. Fushimi Kyoki also cooperated by putting one ear close to him. He lowered his voice, as if worried about being overheard, and whispered, "You can secretly add twice as much vinegar to Fushimi's sushi as you would for a regular customer."
Player: "I will not pay for this."
"Hahahaha, sorry, sorry, I couldn't help but make a joke." Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes narrowed, unable to maintain his expression any longer. "Just pay what you think the sushi is worth."
What this means is, how much are players willing to pay for this sushi meal?
Fushimi Kyoji thought for a moment and reached into his pocket.
ah.
Touched it.
The player reached out to Yamamoto Takeshi.
Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes naturally moved to the player's hand, and according to her movements, he coordinated his hand to catch the player's clenched fist.
Add a little extra weight to your palms.
He held the coin in his hand and read the value: "Five yen?"
Surprise flashed in Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes. He subconsciously glanced at the player, then realized after seeing the expression on his face, "Did you mistake Bamboo Sushi for a shrine?"
Handing the 5 yen coin that Reborn had given the players yesterday to make their choices to Yamamoto Takeshi, Fushimi Kyoji reverently clasped his hands and bowed to Yamamoto Takeshi: "Thank you, merciful sushi god, for giving us food."
“…”
The brief silence allowed Fushimi Kyoji to raise his head again to see Yamamoto Takeshi's reaction.
He only had time to catch the other person's quick gaze away. He squeezed the hand holding the coin and said seriously, "Then I'll accept it on behalf of the God of Sushi."
"I believe the God of Sushi will be happy to form a bond with you."
Yay!
Fushimi Kyoki held up the empty plate: "Another one!"
"Yes—" He couldn't hear any reluctance in the drawn-out syllable.
The few tables of guests also paid their bills one after another, and only the player and the other party were left in Bamboo Sushi.
After taking over for his father and serving the last customer, the athletic-looking boy sat down across from the player and wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead with the towel on his shoulder. Seeing Fushimi Kyoki looking at him, he explained, "Ah, we'll clean up the rest after Fushimi finishes eating. It's a big no-no to start cleaning up when customers are halfway through their meal."
"I won't be there to clean up the mess," the player reminded him cautiously.
"Well, this kind of thing can be done by one person, there's no need for Fushimi to help."
He readily stated that the player didn't need to do the cleaning, and half-seriously said, "If you refused to pay the bill earlier, you can indeed let Fushimi wash the dishes to pay off your debt now."
Is that expression pretending to be regretful?
Why does it feel like this person would really ask for this...
"Ah, Tsuna once forgot to bring money, and his dad detained him in Take Sushi. He washed dishes for a few days before letting him go." Yamamoto said naturally, touching the short hair on the back of his head.
“Eh——there’s such a thing!”
You have quite a rich life experience, Tsunayoshi Sawada.
"Oh, you seem to perk up all of a sudden when you mention Tsuna." Yamamoto Takeshi pointed out the subtle change in attitude curiously.
"Will it?"
The player concluded, "Maybe it's because Sawada-san is always unlucky. Just by listening to Yamamoto-san's description, I can imagine the scene at that time."
"Haha, Tsuna is really funny."
Yamamoto Takeshi always laughs heartily, immersed in the current emotion. His pupils, which sometimes flash with sharp expressions, are obscured by his smile, and one can only judge his mood from his laughter.
“…”
For unknown reasons, the players suddenly became quiet.
At first I just stared at him without saying a word, an unexpected and unforeseen silence.
In Yamamoto Takeshi's impression, the other party rarely made vivid expressions, so he also formed the habit of paying attention to the expression first.
It was so clear that it was easy to associate it with the eyes of an emerald, which was showing an inquiring look that would make people unconsciously want to lean back to avoid it.
Moreover, there was a tendency to move closer to him.
"What's wrong?" He managed to speak smoothly.
"Speaking of Sawada-san, it suddenly occurred to me that he once said we were very similar."
The player looked left and right, but couldn't see any similarities.
"It's obvious that no one is the same, whether it's hair color, looks, or even gender."
When Yudie was counting the differences between the player and Yamamoto Takeshi on her fingers, she felt no weight falling on her hands.
Is it classified according to the attribute of Death Flame?
Yamamoto Takeshi pondered: "Is gender actually ranked last?"
"...Maybe Tsuna was talking about similarities in other aspects." He thought for a moment and said.
"for example?"
Yamamoto Takeshi took some time to think. He spoke at a moderate pace, with no pauses, and answered: "Personality, habits, and ways of doing things, etc."
His eyes unconsciously lingered on the face of the person in front of him, using the familiar facial features and expressions to recall more memories about the other person in order to find the connection between the two.
Perhaps wanting to get more answers from him, eyes that were much lighter than emerald and closer to the color of the foreign liquor on display in the cupboard stared at him intently.
There was no light in the bamboo sushi shop. The powdery scales of the rain butterflies surrounding the other person became the only source of light, and the long light golden hair draped over the shoulders emitted a soft halo.
The color gold is rarely seen in daily life, and Yamamoto Takeshi couldn't find any similar reference object.
It's shining.
"very beautiful."
This sentence, which had no beginning or end and no subject, made Fushimi Kyoji tilt his head slightly: "What?"
Yamamoto Takeshi shook his head slightly and pointed at the Rain Butterfly that the player had not recovered: "Fushimi's box weapon is very beautiful."
"Well, it's just so-so." She was obviously trying to control herself, but a smug look still shone through her eyes. She reciprocated by complimenting Yamamoto Takeshi's box weapon, "Yamamoto-san's Swift is pretty cool, too."
"But I have a feeling it'll be very uncomfortable in the future," Yamamoto Takeshi said, giving an example. "Well... for example, you'll subconsciously pay attention to each other's every move and compare it with your own."
The player showed no mercy: "If you want to blame someone, blame Sawada-san."
"Haha, are you just going to put the blame on Tsuna like this?"
"Um!"
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