Slowly dipping the red hot blade into the bath of water it lets out a hiss as the glowing blade Rapidly cools down.
After about a minute I take it back out and remove it from the tongs.
My first blade.
It was fucking horrible.
Smithing has Reached Level 2
Your END has increased by 1.
There were jagged bits at the side and the blade itself was uneven. Its weight was completely off balance. All in all even a dying Shinobi would not use the blade that I just made.
Father opened his hand wordlessly requesting for the blade and I hand it to him.
He inspected it all over. Carefully going about every detail.
"You know I think I'll hang this on the wall."
"What?" My eyes opened wide. Why would he want such a ridiculous piece of metal? And why hang it? To shame me?
He seemed to somehow understand what I was thinking. "boy, you know when I first took the art of blacksmithing my first creation was a helmet for my Ma. When I gave her the iron helmet I had smithed do you know what she said? She said Thank you for the nice Wok and asked what I would want for dinner. She didn't know that it was a helmet. "
I snorted at the mental image of a bicycle helmet being used for a Wok.
Dad's grin widened." I know right? Though I never ever told her that it wasn't a wok. And she's still using it as a wok even today. So I'd say this is actually pretty impressive work son. As you improve you'll get better."
I nodded.
"Well, I think it's time we go pick your sister up. Ya coming?" he asking as he placed my blade away.
I nodded and followed along.
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I glanced around as we waited by the academy gates.
The academy had was fairly.big.
About 6 floors?
It was quite interesting.
"So, you want to join the Academy, boy?"
I shook my head. "Negative."
"Oh? You don't want to be a Ninja?"
I nodded. "Restrictive, No Freedom."
"I see, I suppose that's true, as a Ninja you can't just leave the Village whenever you like to. You'd have to file a permission slip for a Leave or Vacation and even then it's not certain that you'll be allowed to take your Vacation outside the Leaf. "
I nodded solemnly. Being ninjas were cool and all but I prefer my freedom remained intact.
That also meant I needed to grow stronger.
Oh here comes. Tenten.
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Asking my father for permission I left the house towards the market.
There were quite a lot of stalls and shops with different kinds of products.
I was searching for a certain shop...
Ah, there you are.
I had to get a taste of this place.
Ichiraku Ramen. Let's see what's so special about it.
Heading inside I took a seat on a stool as the waitress turned around.
"Welcome to Ichiraku Ramen, may I take your order?"
She asked as she handed me a menu.
Hmm. Let's see.
Chicken Ramen, Pork Ramen, Miso Ramen, Shoyu Ramen, Tonkotsu Ramen, Sheo Ramen...
Oh, wait. My eyes fell onto something that stood out.
Red Hot Habanero Ramen.
I pointed towards it.
Ayame gave a small smile. "One Red Hot Habanero ramen coming up."
"Oh? It's been a while since someone had ordered that. I made that Ramen for a very special customer of mine. It's very spicy are you sure?"
I nodded as fast as I could.
"Alright then."
As I waited for a familiar smell wafted through the air and my nose twitched.
The smell of Habaneros. The most delicious chilli in existence. It had a special taste and smell that couldn't be replicated by any chilli powder and was not present on any other Chilli, as they were the goto chilli in the Maldives and as Maldivian, I smell reminds me of the home in my previous life.
After the last King of Maldives އަލްއަމީރު މުޙަންމަދު ފަރީދު ދީދީ. (Al'amīru Muḥanmadu Farīdu Dīdī) passed away in 1969, came Ibrahim Nasir, the first President, but after him came Maumoon Abdul Qaiyoom. And the Golden Ages of the Maldives ended. A tyrant had gotten to Power while the rest of the world remained ignorant of his true nature, to the Maldivians he was a Nightmare. He was a tyrant of his own calibre, denying the citizens the freedom of knowledge and hunting down renowned scholars and throwing them in jail or executing them. Knowledge of religion was forbidden.
With the knowledgeable scholars in Jail, he had them tortured. Any Religious books burnt even from public libraries. However, the Maldives is a very small country. Even when I had died the population-averaged about 250,000. If anyone was caught with a Religous book or anything similar they were captured and thrown in jail, tortured or executed.
So religion had to be practised in secret and Religious book smuggled in as if they were drugs.
Slowly and steadily Books Knowledge and Religion were smuggled from person to person. When one person had finished learning a book they would smuggle it to someone who the knew and hadn't learned it yet.
And so 30 Years later in 2008. We were finally free of the tyrant. Abdul Gayoom's opponents and international human rights groups had accused him of employing terror tactics against dissidents, such as arbitrary arrests, detention without trial, employing torture, forced confessions, and politically motivated killings. Abdul Gayoom's tenure was marked by corruption, for a country so small, appalling human rights abuses and instances of torture.
After the Tyrant came the Fool named Nasheed. While he was not as bad as Qayoom his short rule was him taking the money of the citizens and putting them in his pockets and for selling our freedom.
The Maldives. one of the Countries that had freedom for literally ever he sold out to the Indians and the American's by selling them several Islands and allowing them to build military bases there. Just because of his greed.
Yet even though the difficulties, we continued, moving forward together. I wonder what's happening over there now?
"Here you go, one Red Hot Habanero Ramen. Enjoy."
I shook my head as I snapped out my fugue.
It was a large bowl of ramen with eggs, Narutomaki, and the what made it special the Habanero.
I broke apart the chopsticks and took a bite.
It was spicy.
I took a sip of the broth.
It was delicious.
I kept the bowl down letting out a sigh as tears rolled down my cheeks.
But it reminded me of home. The pristine white beaches, the green harbour, the times I played on the beach with my parents. Climbing the coconut palms, making snacks, going to school, watching anime with my parents and I died at the age of 19.
A virgin and without a girlfriend.
"KId are you alright, I told you it's spicy!" Teuchi looked concerned.
I shook my head. "Just reminded me of home."
But I have a new life now, and I'm going to live it the best that I can.
I gave them a smile and Teushi gave a sigh of relief then I took another mouthful of ramen and broth.
"Water!" I gasped unable to take the burning in my mouth anymore.
Ayame had a glass of ice water ready.
Downing glass I felt the burn lessen a bit and then I took another bite and another sip of the broth.
I enjoyed the deliciousness of the Habanero flavour for a few more seconds before the burn started to become unbearable again.
"Water!"
And so by the time I had finished the bowl of my stomach completely full as I gave it a satisfied pat.
You have consumed Red Hot Habanero Ramen. Your STR and END are Multiplied by 2 for 6 hours.
What?
"Status."
Ryuuto
Level 8
HP: 672/672 (5376/5376) (STR * AGI * END)
MANA: 72/72 (INT * WIS) Regen 88/min (WIS * PER)
Chakra: 64/64 (128/128) (END * WIS)
EXP (6120/6400)
STR: 12 (24)
PER: 11
AGI: 16
WIS: 8
INT: 9
END: 8(16)
Status Effects: Overdrive.
Skills-
Gamer's Mind (Toggled) ON/OFF
Gamer's BODY (Toggled) ON/OFF
ID Create Lvl 1 (Active)
Smithing Lvl 2
Skill Points: 0
Status Points: 0
Skill Shop
Clicking on overdrive a second screen pops up.
STR and END are Multiplied by 2 for 5:59:54.
You have consumed a Legendary Item. The Red Hot Habanero Ramen that Kushina Uzumaki had craved for when she was pregnant with her child and ate in amounts that should in all sensibilities not considered healthy. Causes the body to increase its metabolism to double. providing a huge energy boost. It also increases the bodies heat output due to the increase in metabolism. Once the time expires Strength and endurance are reduced by half as the body requires rest.
"Bill?"
"15,000Ryo."
No wonder. You could get a bowl of normal ramen from about 1200 Ryo to 2000 for the big ones
My wallet cried that night.