Chapter Four - Ramen
The explosion of yellow and orange hurt his unsuspecting eyes. It was the most colourful place he had ever gone to. The walls were decorated with anime-style pictures of a blonde guy in an orange jumpsuit. What was between Japan and orange clothes? That Goku guy wore something similar. This had a spiky hair that would put Harry's messy locks to shame and whiskers on his cheeks.
Around the place, several TV screens, he knew the name because there was one in his hotel room, displays clips of the same guy from the walls doing complicated hand signs while kids wearing black or blue bandanas with silver plates on their foreheads screamed and mirrored his actions. Was it heaven or hell? He wasn't sure.
"This is the new Naruto Ramen Shop." He cocked his head, confusion stamped on his face. "Naruto, the ninja?" She frowned. "I could swear it was famous all over the world. Seems I was wrong. Well, whatever. My younger brother loves the manga." Manga? Isn't it a fruit? "And got a few coupons from the official fan club page." She swung the tickets in front of him, grinning. "But he lives the other side of the town so he sent them to me. Free meals are always tastier. I know it's crowded and noisy, but you don't look a gift horse in the mouth."
He saw her choosing a table and joined her. George read through the menu. Curry, pork, chicken, soy sauce, miso, salt. When she said Ramen, he thought about the instant noodles he tried once from a muggle-born once at Hogwarts. It looked like vomit but tasted fairly good. This was more like a buffet. He also had to decide over the toppings. Beef, onions, eggs, corn, butter. Why there were so many things to put in a simple pasta?