It was past 11 o'clock, and there were few pedestrians on the street.
In the backstreet of National University of Tokyo, a ramen cart is parked on the street.
The lampshades were all dark yellow and the fluorescent lamps were connected to the battery. The dim light shined through the cloth cover, illuminating a small area.
This kind of mobile ramen stall looks very old at first glance, and was quite common in the Showa era.
Although the taste and environment are not comparable to those famous ramen shops in Shibuya, Ginza, the price is cheaper, the quantity is large and affordable, so it always attracts some job-seeking workers, poor students, and reasonably good people.
passable.
This ramen stall has been open at the back door of Tokyo University for several years. Some students who are short of money for various reasons often visit it, and it has gained a bit of reputation.
The stall's master is quite young and I don't know his last name. The regular customers just call him Master Yue.
Master Koshi feels like the kind of ramen chef that appears in old Showa movies. He has all the elements he should have, and he is like the embodiment of the stereotype.
Wearing a white linen work uniform with a black towel tied on his forehead, he seemed to have been working with ramen all his life.
However, this is indeed the case. He has been making ramen on this old street for sixty years. From being unfamiliar at the beginning to being proficient, this time is so long that it can even be said to be a "lifetime" for many people.
Regular customers all know that Master Yue has been in this business for decades and his skills are quite good, but they don't know why he keeps setting up a stall in this small place.
Some kind-hearted students would worry about the old man's health when they came to eat noodles, and advised him to go back early to take care of himself. Master Yue just smiled happily and said that his body was still strong and he could at least live another life.
A hundred years.
Therefore, the students admired this ramen chef for his positive and optimistic attitude towards life.
However, the school is on vacation recently, and college students are a group of free wild horses. They have already gone back to their homes and had their own parties.
Naturally, the business of the ramen stall opened in such a place was not very good today, and it did not show much improvement. It entered a period of burnout several times a year.
The ramen cart was filled with the fragrance of bone soup, and the ramen chef, who was sitting on a small round stool made of yellow pear wood from somewhere, leaning behind the counter and watching a short movie in boredom, suddenly heard an energetic shout.
The sound came from outside:
"Four bowls of ramen! Boss!!"
I glanced at the old green clock next to me. It was already o'clock, and there were still girls going out to eat?
A little surprised, Master Yue quickly turned off the indecent video and prepared to welcome this guest whose voice sounded very young.
When he was young, he was indeed a very bad guy, but as he got older, people would always change, and he didn't want to pollute the child's pure heart.
Almost the moment he turned off the small TV, a gray-haired girl in a white sailor uniform jumped into the car aggressively, her bright eyes scanning around the car ghostly.
If Master Yue hadn't been quick, I'm afraid the scenes from those little movies he collected would have fallen into this little girl's eyes.
"welcome."
The ramen chef secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy that he had protected the innocence of another child. Then he looked at the customer vaguely and quickly, who still came to eat noodles in the middle of the night.
The girl looks to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her eyes and hair are a rare gray color, giving people a lively and cute impression at first glance.
The astonishing beauty seemed to be made in heaven, giving people a dreamlike and unreal feeling, which made Master Yue suddenly have a strange idea of "seeing a fairy in a fairy tale".
Feeling that the age gap between him and the other party is enough to be called grandfather and grandson, he quietly hid his collection of Action Videos under the counter, and the ramen chef showed a kind smile on his face:
"Four bowls of ramen? What flavor do you want, little sister?"
Qishi pouted and looked down at the menu on the counter with some distress. It was difficult for him to choose what he wanted to eat.
In the era when she lived, the glorious civilization of mankind in the Golden Age was almost destroyed, and even entertainment works had become things that needed archeology to restore, inherit and carry forward. There is no need to mention the records of food. From the perspective of human beings on machines
Nanami’s impression of food like ramen, which was born out of research, is only a cold record stored in the memory circuit.
——In other words, I want to eat them all!
"Then please give her one portion of each kind. Don't worry, she won't waste it." Bu Shun then stretched out his hand to push aside the blue cloth and said with a smile: "Please give me two portions of the rest."
Bone ramen, seafood ramen, both with an egg.”
Brother and sister? Father and daughter?
It can't be a female student and her sponsor dad who come out to work in the middle of the night, right?
In his heart, he felt strange about this strange combination, but Master Yue did not express his unnecessary curiosity. He just pretended to be embarrassed and patted the dough on the chopping board: "The two guests have to wait a moment, so
If you do more, it may take more time to do it.”
"It's okay~~"
Not bothered by the wait at all, Qishi turned around and looked out of the car, shouting: "This way, this way!"
Master Yue's eyes widened slightly on his sharp face: "Besides the two of you, are there any other guests?"
Hearing Bu Shun say that Qishi could eat so much noodles by himself, he thought that Bu Shun ordered them all for him, and he felt deep in his heart that the appetites of these two guests were really hard to underestimate.
"Yes, I came here with my students."
Pulling a bench for Qi Shi, who couldn't stand still, Bu Shun also found a place to sit down, looking at the small stew pot with a bit of nostalgia, "Master Yue probably doesn't remember me.
I ate at your place once a few months ago, and I missed it very much."
After hearing what he said, Master Yue took a serious look at the young man in front of him with a heroic face and aloof temperament. He tried hard to recall, and then he pulled out a scene from his memory that he had long forgotten -
—
It was a rainy day, and a young man without an umbrella walked into the ramen stall all wet.
The young people at that time had sad faces, as if they were going through some major decision, and looked quite embarrassed.
He ordered a bowl of tonkotsu ramen, which is Master Yue's specialty. Master Yue lent him a clean towel to dry off the water on his body, and also bought him a braised egg.
"you are……"
Without remembering Bu Shun's name, Master Yue found it difficult to match the appearance of the down-and-out social beast with the young man in front of him. He could only shake his head with a wry smile, "As people get older, they have bad memories... But it seems that your guest has recently been
Things have turned around."
"My name is Bu Shun. Thanks to some friends from the past, I have settled down now." Bu Shun smiled and said, "Thank you, Master, for giving me a braised egg at that time. When I think about it later, I always want to come."
Master, please come here again."
Master Yue joked quite humorously: "Then the braised eggs will cost extra this time~"
While the two were chatting for a few words, Master Yue noticed that the cute little girl sat back again, and then a white palm opened the blue curtain of the carriage.
Two young men who seemed to be about the same age followed behind and squeezed into this not-so-large space.
Master Yue guessed that this must be the student Bu Shun mentioned.
"Are these two students of yours as well? It seems..." Master Yue choked for a moment. It was difficult to think of suitable words to describe the new guests he saw in front of him, so he could only praise twice dryly: "...
…They all look great, too.”
If these two new guests were called students, wouldn't it be a bit "violating the rules"?
One of the girls with long red hair was wearing a red miko uniform. The loose and tight clothes were smooth, but paired with her pure eyes, she unintentionally revealed a different kind of charm.
The other young man with a long ponytail has a delicate face. If not for a closer look, ordinary people might just think that he is a beautiful girl.
His skin is slightly pale, his autumn-like eyes are filled with a gloomy light, and his white stand-up collared uniform with blue trim is well-fitting and elegant.
It looks like a dream, like glass, and a fragile dreamy feeling arises.
more importantly……
Both the red-haired girl and this strange young man with black hair and ponytail were holding a Japanese sword in their hands.
After a long period of daily life, Master Yue, who had become a little dull, finally felt that something was not right with the few guests who came to eat in front of him.
"Guest... I would like to ask, where are you teachers and students?"
The ramen chef straightened his back. Although he was still dressed in an ordinary way, his body with clear muscle lines suddenly became as calm and oppressive as a mountain.
With the bright golden eyes lighting up, this old man instantly completed the transformation from a craftsman who has been immersed in ramen for 60 years to the supreme underworld!
Although he looks inconspicuous and has been selling his own ramen on this old street day after day for sixty years, what flows in his body is the purest dragon blood among the descendants of the White King! He is also the true ruler of the Far East.
The leader that the "Eight Sheqi Families" once respected!
Uesugoshi stared at Fushun, who was obviously the leader of the group, with sharp eyes.
The royal blood flowing through every blood vessel in his body was boiling, and a sharp and needle-like sense of crisis was screaming wantonly in his mind.
All the changes started when the two people walked into this humble ramen stall, because Uesugi could clearly feel... that red-haired girl was a terrifyingly powerful hybrid!
Even as the "Emperor", he instinctively felt the fear called "death" in an instant!
However, Bu Shun had already mastered the Feilong Tanyun Hand, stretched out his chopsticks with great difficulty, and picked out a beautifully colored braised egg from the small pot.
Putting the stewed egg that had come his way into the small dish in front of Nanami, Bu Shun did not look at Uesugoshi's eyes, which were brighter than light bulbs and were more suitable for lighting even in the dark night.
The person who answered for him was Yuan Jingnu.
I saw the complex expression of this boy-girl young man. Looking at the aging man in front of me, I could only feel a little of the majesty that he once had as an emperor-level hybrid in his eyes, and shouted in a low voice:
"……Father."
"My name is Minamoto Shojo, and her name is Uesugi Eri."