Banquet of Reunions and Old Paths Chapter 8

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Banquet of Reunions and Old Paths Chapter 8

Brussels sprouts arranged like a flower bud. It was black where sautèed.

Next to it were sausages lined up. The dish was rather rustic, and the thing that left an impression most was the black flower.

Lennox: This…

Matthew: This dish represents your years in the hundreds. 

Lennox looked troubled as he viewed the contents of the dish, and slowly spooned it into his mouth. 

White: Oooh, I can’t get enough of this sautèed crispiness! I can taste spices on the sausage, and it feels all natural.

Mithra: Thank you for the meal.

Akira: Woah, Mithra, eat with the cutlery, not your hands! You’ll get your clothes dirty.

White: Goodness Mithra, you’re such a child.

I remember when Oz learned how to eat with a spoon and fork right away!

Oz: Mithra. This is how you use a spoon and fork…

Mithra: Huuuh? Are you ordering me around? Well, I’ll try it out anyway…

Copying Oz’s way, Mithra handles the fork and picks up food into his mouth.

Matthew: “Sautèed Brussels Sprouts Macaroni and Sausage” with a pinch of magic. I call this dish “The Coal Miner”

This dish was remnant of Lennox’s days in poverty and harsh labour at the coal mines he used to belong to.

Matthew: However, Lennox was a great wizard that could be relied on, and he had friends that were his equals.

This dish represents his youth and vigor throughout his days of suffering.

Mithra: I’ve no interest in Lennox’s past, but the food is good.

Matthew: Thank you for your praise. It’s my creed to create top notch dishes that don’t disrespect one’s own story.

With a clap, he snapped his fingers again, echoing throughout the room.

The next dish that appeared was roasted tomato soup that was maddening red and see through.

Murr: Hoh, what a thrillingly tingly taste!

Matthew: “Roasted Tomato Consommè”. The sweetness of the tomato contrasts with the spicy chili oil soup. 

It is titled “Wrath”.

Along with his fellow miners, Lennox stood up against their oppressor. It was the time for an uprising.

I trapped the memory of their oppression and rage into that soup, the same heat that Lennox himself burned in.

White: I remember that age was brimming with wars, everywhere and anywhere.

It was the fault of someone who half heartedly tried to take over the world, wasn’t it, Oz?

Oz: …

Oz drank the soup without a peep. I couldn’t even think of asking him what feelings he was having right now.

White: Anyways, a while ago you guys were talking about something fun, Murr.

Akira: Ah, the question of “how do you think your life would taste”?

White: Indeed. I was pondering on what Oz’s life story would taste like. What do you think, Sage?

Akira: Wait, you’re asking ME? Why not Oz?

White: He would just shoo me away with a “Don’t care”! Not playful at all, that one.

Mithra: So true.

Oz: Stuff those mouths.

White: The three of us have lived over a thousand years. Because of that, we couldn’t possibly answer such a question so easily.

Even so, I still thought…maybe if it’s you, O Sage, you could answer for him.

Akira: Oz’s life…

Oz: …

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