Green grazing land surrounding everything apart from the tip of the mountains that are watching mount Gosuto is a sight you cannot find anywhere on the island, so the elders say.
A sight that tranquilizes the spirit and mind from every day occupation and the fresh air free from pollution would lick your face in the sunshine. And what a scene it was from our habitat or should I say, our food concoction.
Yes, my father, who was the best chef in town according to himself and the costumers who would be seated and chomp or talk all daylight long, stood in the kitchen cooking noodles.
I was told that this was a good thing seeing people chomp and sit together enjoying their meals.
People in the other towns would talk and mingle less and that was one of the explanations why they would be so unenthusiastic and knotty.
My father blamed the inventions they had been given as gifts. He called them purely venomous. Mainly because the other towns were like our town prior to their leader became corrupt and fell for the inventions of the technicians.
“Hey take him out of here; he has no place in town and needs to get disciplined. It is his second time being this intoxicated in public. Move his fatness out of here now Ryo!” Takumi yelled midst of his costumers.
Our town was the town of believers. It was nothing like the surrounding towns who according to my father only believed in what they had in their hands and what they could chomp.
And eating is all we had in common besides challenging each other in duels all the time to compete and keep in shape. We were bigger than everyone else by nature.
The crowd suddenly went outside as the Keisatsu had incarcerated fatty to discipline him for being intoxicated in our town and the judge wanted him to ask for forgiveness but fatty yelled out: “Nix, drinking makes me forget, drinking is entertaining and drinking is what you all losers need to do, HAHAHAHA”.
“Oh folks, as this is his second time being drunk in our town, and he has already been pardoned once, therefore the punishment is to whip him and send him away, making it illegal for him to return to this town. If he does return without a valid reason and is caught drunk again, he will be punished to death! The judge Yelled while looking at us.
I couldn’t accept seeing him being whipped so I ran up to my room and started pondering about if it was justice to whip someone who is drunk and perhaps even kill him? Death is like not being around anymore. Death is like when my mother left us and never ever came back. I miss her. Death is like sleeping and never wake up again. What if you had a nightmare and couldn’t wake up? I would wish that for no one and now they might even do the same to fatty and what about fatty’s kids? They would surely be miserable not having their father around anymore? I had to seek my master and get some answers.