The pot of thick soup was eventually shared by everyone.
Aoki Motota half-unwrapped his monk's robe and sat nearby, with Yuchuan Meisha bringing him a standing fan. The cool breeze continuously blew out, leaving the sweaty monk visibly refreshed.
"Delicious, but too overpowering," he murmured, glancing at the soup pot on the shelf with a lingering trace of fear, obviously finding Xia Yu's culinary illusions far more terrifying than Sekiya Takashi's version.
There were indeed roaring sounds.
Hum, hum.
The sounds from the deep sea still faintly echoed in his ears.
Among the three, Liangzi Lina acted most normally, her only sign of discomfort being sweaty cheeks.
"Cough!"
Wiping his sweat and putting away his handkerchief, Shinohara Shigetaro composed himself.
Eriina and the Yuchuan sisters automatically dispersed, as it was time for serious discussion, with Yuchuan Meisha closing the door as she left.
