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A figure sank to its knees in the distance, a sword grasped tight in their hand. The sword, coincidentally, was driven straight through a clearly armour-clad silhouette. Just as a spear had been driven through the figures chest, and now protruded from their back in the ugliest of fashions.
This bloody hill, littered with corpses and swords alike, was Caml…
Nope, nope. NNNNOPE. Neeeeeeeeeext.
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A tall figure stood against a landscape of fire and tarnation, a pair of swords held in hand. Their gaze was clearly pointed into the distance. Should one look into the distance, they could see a fast approaching army, their contraptions of war ready to unleash further death and damnation into the world.
“I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body, and fire is my…”
NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXT.
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“Witch!” screamed the people, as a lone maiden, shackled, walked towards a pyre.
You don’t get it. You just don’t get it, do you?
No. Just no. This has all been done. Something new. New.
Try something new.
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Udon. Udon is new. I think. Is it?
How could an ancient dish like udon, be oh so new?
Well, allow me to spin you the tale of the Udon Incident.
There once was a swordsman, who adored udon.
What is udon, you ask?
Why udon, is quite simply a type of noodle. But don’t let her hear you say that.
An udon noodle is no regular noodle. Not to her. The thick wheat flour based noodles, that udon constitutes of, is the absolute peak of cuisine. One could even argue that the udon noodle is the noodle that has surpassed the ramen noodles.
If we were to think of both of the pasta-like strings as swords, it could be said that the ramen noodle has reached the peak of One. The ultimate, peerless noodle existence for that One purpose. The blade of one Shinmen Munisai. Her father. That was the ramen noodle.
The Udon noodle? In her eyes, the udon noodle had far surpassed the Way of One, and stepped into the realm of Zero. The noodle that was bound by no single purpose. That was her, Miyamoto Musashi. Or, it would be! She would be the udon noodle! She would surpass her father’s One, she would show that shitty old crow what he discarded.
With an exasperated sigh, Miyamoto Musashi jabbed her chopsticks deep into the steaming bowl of Udon noodles in front of her.
Someday, she would be the udon noodle.
This bloody hill, littered with corpses and swords alike, was Caml…
Nope, nope. NNNNOPE. Neeeeeeeeeext.
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A tall figure stood against a landscape of fire and tarnation, a pair of swords held in hand. Their gaze was clearly pointed into the distance. Should one look into the distance, they could see a fast approaching army, their contraptions of war ready to unleash further death and damnation into the world.
“I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body, and fire is my…”
NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXT.
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“Witch!” screamed the people, as a lone maiden, shackled, walked towards a pyre.
You don’t get it. You just don’t get it, do you?
No. Just no. This has all been done. Something new. New.
Try something new.
------------------------------------------------------------
Udon. Udon is new. I think. Is it?
How could an ancient dish like udon, be oh so new?
Well, allow me to spin you the tale of the Udon Incident.
There once was a swordsman, who adored udon.
What is udon, you ask?
Why udon, is quite simply a type of noodle. But don’t let her hear you say that.
An udon noodle is no regular noodle. Not to her. The thick wheat flour based noodles, that udon constitutes of, is the absolute peak of cuisine. One could even argue that the udon noodle is the noodle that has surpassed the ramen noodles.
If we were to think of both of the pasta-like strings as swords, it could be said that the ramen noodle has reached the peak of One. The ultimate, peerless noodle existence for that One purpose. The blade of one Shinmen Munisai. Her father. That was the ramen noodle.
The Udon noodle? In her eyes, the udon noodle had far surpassed the Way of One, and stepped into the realm of Zero. The noodle that was bound by no single purpose. That was her, Miyamoto Musashi. Or, it would be! She would be the udon noodle! She would surpass her father’s One, she would show that shitty old crow what he discarded.
With an exasperated sigh, Miyamoto Musashi jabbed her chopsticks deep into the steaming bowl of Udon noodles in front of her.
Someday, she would be the udon noodle.