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"Now that the food has been eaten. How will I pay for it and a place to sleep tonight?" He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
He knows full well what they wanted, what they expected, what they will ask for in place of the money. It was always the same. People are always looking to be entertained. To the point, that they are willing to invite a stranger in rags and a staff into their village, into their traven, share their food and not pay for it and a place to sleep. All he needs is a good story, a story take them away from reality even for a short moment or two.
"A story, a story. Tell us a story that has never been told." The children chanted scrambling to sit on the floor.
The traven's owner said'"Yes, tell us a story to wash away our sorrows and the everyday worries. Tell us a story that will strength our resolve and make us glad that there is love in our lives"
"A story it is. A story for food and board sounds like a fair deal"
"Now what story should I tell? Ah, yes, I will tell you the story of Naruto. The story of fishcakes"
"A story of fishcakes???" Everyone exclaimed.
"How can there be a story about fishcakes?"
"Everything has a story. Even fishcakes. But this story, I must warn you is not a happy one. Its will make you glad that you have the freedom of love. It will make you feel that if love make me human, then I will never want to be an angel. It is a story of Naruto, the heavenly prince. The youngest prince of heaven that commited a crime so horrenous that he was sent down to earth to roam for 500 years. To experience all the emotions from love to hatred of humanity. For 50 lifetimes, to feel the pain of having his beloved die in his arms. To forever taste the bittersweetness of the fishcake that he ate in heaven - the Panadora Box of mankind."
"Do you want to hear the story? Do you want to hear the story of Naruto, the man that forever is looking for the soul of his beloved for it to always disappear in his arms"
"Now that the food has been eaten. How will I pay for it and a place to sleep tonight?" He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
He knows full well what they wanted, what they expected, what they will ask for in place of the money. It was always the same. People are always looking to be entertained. To the point, that they are willing to invite a stranger in rags and a staff into their village, into their traven, share their food and not pay for it and a place to sleep. All he needs is a good story, a story take them away from reality even for a short moment or two.
"A story, a story. Tell us a story that has never been told." The children chanted scrambling to sit on the floor.
The traven's owner said'"Yes, tell us a story to wash away our sorrows and the everyday worries. Tell us a story that will strength our resolve and make us glad that there is love in our lives"
"A story it is. A story for food and board sounds like a fair deal"
"Now what story should I tell? Ah, yes, I will tell you the story of Naruto. The story of fishcakes"
"A story of fishcakes???" Everyone exclaimed.
"How can there be a story about fishcakes?"
"Everything has a story. Even fishcakes. But this story, I must warn you is not a happy one. Its will make you glad that you have the freedom of love. It will make you feel that if love make me human, then I will never want to be an angel. It is a story of Naruto, the heavenly prince. The youngest prince of heaven that commited a crime so horrenous that he was sent down to earth to roam for 500 years. To experience all the emotions from love to hatred of humanity. For 50 lifetimes, to feel the pain of having his beloved die in his arms. To forever taste the bittersweetness of the fishcake that he ate in heaven - the Panadora Box of mankind."
"Do you want to hear the story? Do you want to hear the story of Naruto, the man that forever is looking for the soul of his beloved for it to always disappear in his arms?"