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Anima placed her finger on her chin, "Mutton?" She blinked, looking at him, "For breakfast?" She raised a brow, finding nothing funny about his comment, "Sure, we have it, but are you sure you want it for breakfast?" She looked up, looking at the girl, "Sorry ma'am, I will be over there momentarily..." A small sweatdrop appeared on the back of her head, facing the wall, Wow, three people, I hope I can keep the orders right...

Anima shrugged, walking into the kitchen and kneeling down to the ground. She opened a door that was off to the side, cool water underneath. She pulled out a peice of meat, looking at it carefully, "Yup, this is the right kind..." She closed the wooden door, only to pull open the one to the fire, fanning it. She wrapped some wet string around the peice of meat, quickly placing it onto grill-like set of bars just above the fire. She sighed, closing the door and heading back out, "Your mutton will done in a bit sir" She walked over to the girl, "So ma'am have you decided on what you would like?"

Ryoto brought his attention from his book to nodd at the waitress. Once his appreciation had been noted, the samurai at once returned to his reading. However, even as he read the words which meant so much to him, the samurai could not help but bring his attention to the waitress, who now asked for an order from one of the other customers. The woman whom the waitress waited on was the one whom had earlier taken interest to the food he had ordered.

Could she possibly know of the temple?

Hiding behind the pages of his small novel, the samurai peeked over them, trying to get a better look of what was to come. He had decided that he was to watch her every action. Even though she looked poor, there was something about her aura that seemed familiar... much like his own and his peers at the temple. Could she possibly have the heart of a samurai? Wanting to know more the samurai watched...

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Ryoto's attention was taken from the newcommer to the waitress who had magically appeared in front of him with his mutton. "Oh, thank you..." Once the waitress spoke about not knowing the price, Ryoto went into his pocket and took out some gold coins. "Here. I think this might be enough for the mutton and for your tip. Thank you very much." Placing the money on the table, the samurai went back to his reading.

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Ryoma glanced around. The girl, the other two samurai, the restaraunt owner...there was a reason why he was never sent undercover. Interaction with too many people, well, let's just say that he was claustrophobic. Sighing and shaking his head, he turned and left the restaraunt without being seen.

He continued to walk down the dusty road, heading back towards the temple. Perhaps there might be a peddler, or someone with food back there, where he could be alone. He shook his head. Of course, sometimes he really did wish that he could interact with others, especially in large groups...but no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up running away. Ryoma knew that his problem didn't have to do with how he was raised, or anything of the sort. It was caused by something unexplainable...

The boy reached the temple, his footsteps clicking on the stones as he entered through the front, for once. He wasn't able to find a wandering peddler or anything of that sort, but he did find an orange tree. He picked one of the ripe fruits, and went back to practice.

Ryoto had in fact, turned his entire attention to the book he had out in front of him. While he read, the samurai, every now and then, took a bite of the mutton that was kindly placed before him. Luckily, everything had gone fine and his first time in the marketplace was not a disaster; or not yet. After reaching a finishing spot in his novel, the samurai closed the book and stuffed it back into his sash which he kept attatched to his side. There was still much meat to be eaten, but there was no need for hurry. After taking another small bite from the meat, the samurai looked up to see the one whom he had been watching. Immediately, he spotted a katana strapped across his waste. Why hadn't he noticed it before? He had never spotted her in the temple nor was a female samurai ever mentioned to be in the roster. Could she not be of this town? Slowly, the samurai rose from his seat and made his way towards her until he stood directly beside to where she sat. "Excuse me, but are you a samurai? I couldn't help but notice the katana, the weapon of the samurai."

Hearing the cry of the waitress, Ryoto at once spun around, drawing his katana. As he stared at the owner, he whispered to the female samurai, "Excuse me. But I have some business to do here..." Immediately, he stepped forward toward the owner, pointing his katana at his face. "How dare you strike this woman! Don't you know that it against our Dynasty to strike those who have caused no harm!?" The samurai bared his teeth, taking a step closer to the owner. "Now I suggest you give back this lady her money. For I have given it to her myself. Or... I will have to force you to give it back." The samurai was now in fighting stance, awaiting a stupid act from him to give him the right to chop one of his arms off.

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