Island of 1,000 Condiments

"Ring!"

Brushing past Suji, the immortal proceeded over to the rear of the hut. There was a small timer exerting an irritating buzz. The sage’s fingers ran across the clock-like device to stop it. Then, he glanced toward a bubbling broth within the nearby caldron. Inside was also a stirring spoon, and the timer signified that it was time to stir once more. The meal itself was a traditional Japanese dish of rice, fish, and many healthy vegetables. However, Velox felt it would be rude to not offer some to his guest. So, he spoke out in a gentle, almost humble tone, "This soup, it’s for the wounded. However, you may have a bowl or two if you wish. You look absolutely famished. When I was your age, I was building muscles - Muscle that could out-match the most powerful of our soldiers," he paused before he began rambling, "So, give me a minute, have a seat, and you shall be served."

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OoC: Never, ever expect Velox to be serious.

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