Change two letters of a name and what do you get? This bullshit.
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With an empty stomach growling for sustenance, Uzumaki Naruto dashed to his favorite ramen stand. HeÆd neglected the place for a couple days and felt the mistake needed to be rectified immediately. Opening the curtain, it was empty inside save for the pair behind the counter. The owner smiled at his arrival.
ôWell, if it ainÆt Naruto-han himself?ö He asked. ôGoinÆ with the usual?ö
ôYeah!ö He nodded enthusiastically. Minutes later, the culinary expert placed a bowl of steaming ramen at the ten year old's fingertips.
ôAh, nothing lifts my spirits like Ichimaru ramen!ö Naruto breathed it in, and could practically feel his troubles escape upon exhalation. A single bite sent his taste buds to a similar paradise.
The owner of the establishment, Ichimaru Gin, leaned both elbows on the counter with fingers locked under his chin. With squinted eyes, the grin on his face terrified nearly every person who entered his stand severely, civilian or shinobi. Normally a detrimental habit for any growing business, GinÆs delicious cooking kept the stand alive despite his unnerving countenance. It was a tradeoff really. Outstanding, one of a kind ramen but only those with balls of titanium could enjoy the taste before pissing their pants.
ôSo howÆs it goinÆ with one of my coolest customers?ö He asked, as Ayame took over the cooking. A sweet girl orphaned after the Kyubi attack, she had a natural love for the wonder of ramen. With no one to keep her in line, she spent her days following the grand master of her favorite food and Gin eventually took her in, teaching her The Art. Rangiku wouldÆve wanted it that way had she been there. Had he turned the child away, Rangiku wouldÆve shoved Haineko up his ass and made its ashes expel from his mouth.
Naruto grinned at the compliment, almost forgetting to swallow his food before speaking. ôItÆs goinÆ good. Those moves you showed me the other day with your knife really helped me out in class now that weÆre practicing with kunai. You shouldÆve seen their faces when I parried KibaÆs crappy moves. People were actually impressed! With me!ö
Standing up straight, Gin bowed overdramatically. ôIÆm glad to be of service.ö Despite crappy grades and an even worse attention span, the kid soaked up instruction well when he knew it was important.
As his laughter died down, Naruto snapped his fingers. ôOh yeah, I almost forgot. Remember the Housen family? I havenÆt seen any of them around in a long time. ItÆs like they disappeared or something.ö The Housens, a family of three, seemed to delight in bullying Naruto. Nothing serious enough to demand Sarutobi HiruzenÆs swift reprisal, but they easily ruined his day on every encounter.
Focused on his ramen, Naruto missed the way GinÆs creepy smile seemed to widen in delight. ôDid they now? How odd. They mustÆve slipped on a banana when you werenÆt lookinÆ.ö
ôWhat?ö Naruto asked incredulously, quickly glancing up at the jovial looking man. He chuckled at GinÆs weird sense of humor. ôSomehow I doubt thatÆs what happened.ö
The retort on GinÆs tongue stayed put as an exuberant group of three entered the stand, each playing around with their hitai-ate as if they just got it. By the look of them he guessed they were twelve year olds, likely a new genin team that thought they were hot shit, believing their status as ninja of the village made them strong enough to step foot in Ichimaru Ramen.
So Gin did what he did best.
He smiled.
ôWelcome to Ichimaru Ramen. Please, have a seat and IÆll be right with ya.ö
A matter of seconds passed and all three had already left screaming.
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So à yeah.
Ichiraku Ramen no longer exists.
For now it is ICHIMARU Ramen, created and served by the same hands used to slice fuckers apart with Shinso!
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With an empty stomach growling for sustenance, Uzumaki Naruto dashed to his favorite ramen stand. HeÆd neglected the place for a couple days and felt the mistake needed to be rectified immediately. Opening the curtain, it was empty inside save for the pair behind the counter. The owner smiled at his arrival.
ôWell, if it ainÆt Naruto-han himself?ö He asked. ôGoinÆ with the usual?ö
ôYeah!ö He nodded enthusiastically. Minutes later, the culinary expert placed a bowl of steaming ramen at the ten year old's fingertips.
ôAh, nothing lifts my spirits like Ichimaru ramen!ö Naruto breathed it in, and could practically feel his troubles escape upon exhalation. A single bite sent his taste buds to a similar paradise.
The owner of the establishment, Ichimaru Gin, leaned both elbows on the counter with fingers locked under his chin. With squinted eyes, the grin on his face terrified nearly every person who entered his stand severely, civilian or shinobi. Normally a detrimental habit for any growing business, GinÆs delicious cooking kept the stand alive despite his unnerving countenance. It was a tradeoff really. Outstanding, one of a kind ramen but only those with balls of titanium could enjoy the taste before pissing their pants.
ôSo howÆs it goinÆ with one of my coolest customers?ö He asked, as Ayame took over the cooking. A sweet girl orphaned after the Kyubi attack, she had a natural love for the wonder of ramen. With no one to keep her in line, she spent her days following the grand master of her favorite food and Gin eventually took her in, teaching her The Art. Rangiku wouldÆve wanted it that way had she been there. Had he turned the child away, Rangiku wouldÆve shoved Haineko up his ass and made its ashes expel from his mouth.
Naruto grinned at the compliment, almost forgetting to swallow his food before speaking. ôItÆs goinÆ good. Those moves you showed me the other day with your knife really helped me out in class now that weÆre practicing with kunai. You shouldÆve seen their faces when I parried KibaÆs crappy moves. People were actually impressed! With me!ö
Standing up straight, Gin bowed overdramatically. ôIÆm glad to be of service.ö Despite crappy grades and an even worse attention span, the kid soaked up instruction well when he knew it was important.
As his laughter died down, Naruto snapped his fingers. ôOh yeah, I almost forgot. Remember the Housen family? I havenÆt seen any of them around in a long time. ItÆs like they disappeared or something.ö The Housens, a family of three, seemed to delight in bullying Naruto. Nothing serious enough to demand Sarutobi HiruzenÆs swift reprisal, but they easily ruined his day on every encounter.
Focused on his ramen, Naruto missed the way GinÆs creepy smile seemed to widen in delight. ôDid they now? How odd. They mustÆve slipped on a banana when you werenÆt lookinÆ.ö
ôWhat?ö Naruto asked incredulously, quickly glancing up at the jovial looking man. He chuckled at GinÆs weird sense of humor. ôSomehow I doubt thatÆs what happened.ö
The retort on GinÆs tongue stayed put as an exuberant group of three entered the stand, each playing around with their hitai-ate as if they just got it. By the look of them he guessed they were twelve year olds, likely a new genin team that thought they were hot shit, believing their status as ninja of the village made them strong enough to step foot in Ichimaru Ramen.
So Gin did what he did best.
He smiled.
ôWelcome to Ichimaru Ramen. Please, have a seat and IÆll be right with ya.ö
A matter of seconds passed and all three had already left screaming.
---
So à yeah.
Ichiraku Ramen no longer exists.
For now it is ICHIMARU Ramen, created and served by the same hands used to slice fuckers apart with Shinso!
