Toriko: Namu's Buffet
Chapter 26
"Almost There!"
The freezing wind was getting stronger. Namu and Tsubaki's faces were covered with a stinging frost that felt like it was eating the skin.
"This weather is really starting to piss me off!" Namu groaned, rubbing his hands up and down the sleeves of his black, leather jacket which he was wearing over his Rider Suit.
"Do you ever stop complaining?" asked a man with a white suit. The man was of average height, had blonde hair, and carried a katana on his hip.
"Do you ever obey the law, Yakuza-kun?" Namu replied snarkily.
"You got a problem?!" Match asked, placing his hand on the hilt of his katana.
"Yeah, I'm lookin' right at it!"
"Both of you, knock it off!" Tsubaki barked, pushing Namu and Match away from each other. "If you're gonna kill each other, at least wait until after everyone has tasted the Century Soup!"
A while later.
Namu looked back to see that Tsubaki was shivering profusely.
"Here." Namu said as he handed his jacket to his Combo partner.
"Are you sure?" Tsubaki asked. "I know you love your jackets."
"It's fine. I have a closet full of them."
Tsubaki smiled at her friend, her blushing cheeks hidden by a thick layer of frost. Just then, Toriko spoke.
"Freezer Bison, perfect! These will keep us fed and warm."
Namu and Tsubaki looked ahead to see a herd of large Freezer Bison, their fur also covered in ice.
"Alright, let's get cookin'" Tsubaki said, pulling her knife from its sheath. Suddenly, her hand stopped and she saw Namu's hand on her own.
"Hold on, Tsu. I wanna see what Mr. Mafia and the Gourmet Knight can do."
Namu and Tsubaki stood and observed. Then Namu noticed the strange movements of Takimaru.
"What in the world?" Namu thought aloud.
"I think it's a Pre-Shot Routine." Tsubaki informed.
"Oh, you do a shot before eating poutine, too?"
"No, you metalhead, a Pre-Shot Routine. Basically, you perform a gesture to focus on making your technique more successful. The better the routine, the more successful the attack."
"Oh. I should probably use one." Namu smiled, embaressed at not understanding such a simple idea.
Namu looked to see what technique would use, but to his surprise, Match had already defeated his bison. Just then, Toriko created an Intimidation to scare off the reast of the Freezer Bison.
"That's enough Match, two is plenty."
Toriko distributed the pieces of the Freezer Bison pelts to the rest of the group to wear.
"Much better." Namu said, wrapping the pelt tightly around his body.
A few hours earlier.
"Hmph." Sarco scoffed at the frozen Bishokuya. "Pathetic weaklings couldn't even handle a gentle breeze.
Just then, Sarco noticed a Bishokuya that was almost completely frozen, but was somehow still alive.
"H..Help...me..." The man shivered, barely clinging to life.
"Of course." Sarco replied with a polite smile and a bow. Sarco raised his muscular arm, and smashed it into the mostly frozen man, shattering his body into tiny ice chunks, killing him without even an iota of mercy, sympathy, or remorse.
"There you go. Now you won't have to suffer." Sarco smiled, showing his sharp, jagged fangs.
End of Chapter.
Author's Note: Hey guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Sorry if it's a little short, I've kinda been struggling with motivation lately. Not with life, just with Toriko. I'm still planning on writing as much as I can, it's just that Toriko has sorta taken a backseat to Dragon Ball lately. Don't worry, I'm not gonna disappear again. I just thought I'd explain myself.
Anyway, if you guys have any cool ideas for Ingredients, let me know (only if you want to, that is).
Until next time. JA NE!