Okonishi Training {NK, private}

Okonishi, or as he preferred to be called, Okon, was laying in his bed. He was sleeping, having done quite a bit of training the other day he had been exhausted. He had a bit more energy than he did yesterday, though he felt like training regardless his short training. He woke up, shouting. "ALL YOU FUCKERS BEST BE WAKING UP!" He said, then turned to his clock. It was a slightly older fashioned clock, not the newer digital clocks. This one had a face and two hands, though he didn't like it too much. His stomach slightly rumbled as he looked at the time, it was nearly two P.M..



He jumped out of bed, not bothering to make it, or fix it up to where it would look even decently made, no. He never really made his bed, he always jumped up and went off to eat or train. He wandered into his kitchen, looking around for any food, he was out. He had forgot to go shopping in the past few days, so he was out of food. He hadn't eaten for twenty four hours, or more. He quickly put on some clothes to make himself look slightly decent, a shirt, with no sleeves. He put a cloak on over it, both the shirt and cloak were black. The cloak had no sleeves, and it reached down to his ankles. He then put on some pants on, black pants. He grabbed his Katana and slipped on some sandles and rushed out the door to the nearest shop.




Dashing through the streets, he noticed a ramen shop that served more than just ramen. He walked in, taking a seat after taking his order. He had ordered a nice, ham and beef flavored ramen. It had multiple pieces of meat within it, something he often enjoyed when coming to this shop. He often came to this ramen shop due to the fact that it was so close to his home. They had pretty average chefs, hence why they weren't killed due to lack of converting over to Okon's religious beliefs. Their chefs were indeed good cooks, however they took forever to do it. His stomach rumbled as the smell of boiling water, and flavored steam rose into the air around Okon. He still had a long wait ahead of him.




It was about half an hour before he heard the sound of a bowl being placed on his table. He woke up, he had to fall asleep to distract his stomach. He pulled the hot bowl towards him, not worried about the minor burning feeling. He let go and reached into his pocket, paying and tipping his waiter. He looked at the ramen, then at the napkin his chopsticks were placed upon. He smiled, and nearly drooled. He picked up both wooden chopsticks, and opened his mouth, letting out a bit of drool. He sucked the drool back in and picked up one of the pieces of ham. He stuck most of it in his mouth, and bit down, taking a chunk of it off. He chewed quietly, and slowly, letting his food last, letting the taste of the delicious juicy ham linger in his mouth. There were multiple pieces of both ham and beef, he consumed them before starting on the ramen that bathed in the flavored boiling water. Steam rose as he lifted the pieces of meat from the bowl, it wasn't long before he began to consume the noodles as well. Soon enough he finished, leaving nothing but a small puddle of what was left from the slightly warm flavored ramen.




He walked outside, Now.. how to begin training.. He thought in his mind, then sighed. He looked around for someone to piss off, this was training for him.. He saw a rather familiar face, a man with his children, and their mother, the man's wife. He remembered it from the day he sparred that one using a type of transformation to turn into a being of the more Christian beliefs, an angle. He smiled, then walked over. "OI! I REMEMBER YOU!" He shouted, smiling. "YOUR THE ONE WITH A BITCH FOR A WIFE! AND YOUR KIDS WERE COWARDS! RIGHT?!" He continued shouting noticing the man already came into a charge when he began. He ran quickly. He continued to run, aiming to go head in the twin towers though was caught, grabbed by his cloak. The man grabbed onto Okon's hair. "Oh.. hi.. no you're the wrong per-" He tried to say, before he was cut off by a punch in his gut. He was then punched in his face, and the man left Okon there, slightly injured. Not much training had been accomplished today, all he did was sprint and got beat up, he sighed, then jogged for a while before returning home.


{811 words, 4 stats, 8 JP.}

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