"Why?"Why indeed, "I'm looking for my sister."There. My motivations were clear as day for her to see. Surely it wouldn't be that hard to prove anything, seeing as she already saw me cooking her vaunted rice."Why do you think I have any idea about your sister, lady?" Bennie eyed me incredulously. "For all I know, you're just hunting for her like everybody else."Hunted? Shit. Was she okay- No, focus... "I'm not hunting my sister down, okay? I-""Then why are you looking for her then?"Oh, fuck me... "Cause I'm her sister, and it's supposed to be my job to protect her and not the other way around." Shit. Too much self-loathing leaked out of that one didn't it..."Look, I'm worried about her. I hadn't seen her in about a year now, and
Time. A fairly nebulous concept. While it is ever so present in the world we live in, we, as humans never really understood even so much as an inch of its magnanimous scope. Marching forwards ever so slowly, the flow of time cannot be stopped, much less controlled at will. At best, we could measure its passing while theorizing how it works through models and calculated guesswork. Time travel would never be a thing, simply because if it did exist, then there should've already been news of random idiots mucking about through various time periods with their fancy future tech. It didn't happen though, and thus I could safely say that time travel doesn't exist. Then again, I did manage to get myself reincarnated into a medieval world, so who knows if it could exist somewhere out there. But for now, the ability of time manipulation is nothing but a pipe dream for someone that wants to have such a broken-ass ability.
A new day, a new batch of problems to solve.The morning sun shone through the light haze of dust that seemed to cover this town as I walked through its open roads. Still didn't know the name of this place too. I should probably ask someone that if I ever remember to do so later. In the meantime... "Can I leave you later?"Lace turned her gaze to me as we walked, her knapsack of goodies jiggling at the sudden movement, "Why?""I'm gonna follow up on my lead yesterday," I explained, adjusting my own knapsack of goodies over my shoulder. It wasn't much, but metal implements were always heavy whenever they were plentiful. "I haven't really managed to crack the kid yet, unfortunately."We reached our designated merchant spot for this town. I didn't know how Love always managed to get us permits even back then, but I won't b
"Omu...rice?""Yep," I grinned. "A serving of creamy egg on top of fried rice."It was one of my favorite dishes to have fun with back in the old world. With the monotony of constantly having fried rice with egg every single day of my fucking life, I got bored enough to the point of actually bothering to learn to cook something new. And would you look at that, it was also during a time that I was pretty obsessed with watching cooking channels on the internet. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was flipping eggs like a champ, much to my mother's chagrin due to not liking runny eggs for breakfast.Needless to say, I became an expert on breakfast food out of boredom and necessity.Placing the plate of creamy goodness in front of her, I offered her a spoon before turning to look at whatever ingredients I had
And as I walked through the valley on the shadow of fiery death, I will fear no heat stroke, for it was still a few hours away from midday. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that the temperature was at a pleasant thirty degrees Centigrade, but that was with me already having a distinct resistance against heat-based obstacles due to my own affinities. Realistically, it was probably already pushing thirty-five by now, and that would only rise from there the higher the sun rose throughout the day."And wasn't that gonna be fun for later..."Roaming the market streets with nothing but my own pocket money, I kept an eye out for a handful of ingredients in my mind as I aimlessly followed a crowd of fellow market-goers through their paces. I wasn't in any hurry anyway, seeing that I had only now just remembered how ridiculously long it took to make a decent demi-glace sauce was. Witho
Taking that as my cue, I quickly jumped into action as Bennie wiped the tears off her face from her previous failed attempts at a scrambled omelet. Good thing too, as I was actually starting to see the first wave of customers building up just on the other side of the street."Get the vegetables ready!" Bennie shouted out, her tone sounding strained as she flitted throughout the room. "I'll start mashing the rice!""Got it!"Nodding at Bennie's instruction, I sprang to work and brandished the nearest knife available. With a practiced ease, I made quick work of the vegetables offered up to my cutting board; my hands flying at a speed that would make any trained chef weep. I knew it was pretty dangerous. The speed that I was doing this was bound to make me lose a finger or something as the lightning-fast thuds echoed from underneath my fingers. Grante
Patience. The unending virtue of the ultimate saint. As someone that's sorely lacking in this department, I had no right in lecturing anyone about this subject, let alone tell someone to just wait and let the chips fall down where they may lie when I, myself, had the patience of a fucking firework. Granted, my patience would be considered as pretty decent so long as it came to matters I didn't really give a shit about, but if it came to the stuff that really mattered, I was pretty fucking impatient to the point of leaving even my friends behind if it meant I got to finish faster. I supposed it was the reason why I always ended up going first whenever there were exams being administered; my stupid, impatient brain not even thinking twice before shading in an answer. And then I realize that I had shaded it wrong a few minutes later and I wouldn't be able to take it back. And in a world where even a single point could mean passing or fa
Another day, another dish to make. Day two... or three, was it? of teaching Bennie how to make omurice was in the cards today. And judging by the meaty smell permeating the stall as I approached it, I'd guess that she took it upon herself to continue reducing the sauce herself."Good morning, Crimson," Bennie beamed at me, much to my surprise. "I took out the gunk that floated on the sauce when I got here. Then I put it on the stove to get it boiling again."I raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh wow. Good job, Bennie.""T-thank you..."Ignoring the faint giggling that seemed to echo from somewhere, I made my way to the demi-glace that was in the making while brandishing a ladle hanging from one of the racks. Giving the dark brown mixture a stir, the smell had improved considerably as the sauce seemed to have reduced down to