Nikushimi

Itachi had gotten answers, yet still, he was left in the dark. To him, this was an unknown place, and this man was an unknown man. He had no idea the scope of this almost fated meeting.

"You have my grattitude...Velox-san..." he stated with a humble bow of his head, turning and making quickly for a bowl of soup.

He didn't seem to mind the commotion going on around him. Rather, his focus was on getting some food in his stomach. As he felt his way over various odd pieces of furniture, his hand came to a bowl, in which there seemed to be a steaming portion of deliscious stew. The smell hooked him and he moved to down the stuff with complete recklessness.

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That's it. I've had it.