Perhaps surprisingly, this wasn't the first time Fuuen had been to Minatumi Harbor. It was, however, the first time he had been since it was placed under new management. Frankly, the place was absolutely lovely now. A relatively quiet place to be, though decidedly bustling enough to make it a destination worth traveling to. Well, that might have come out poorly. Any place could
be worth traveling to, couldn't it? It simply had to do with the specifics...
And just what were the specifics, hm? Well, if he had to summarize his feelings in a single word, Fuuen would call the Harbor...comfortable. It had a certain charm to it that he couldn't quite place. What was it, exactly? It felt like home, in a sense, though he found that to be almost unsettling, in a way. He had nowhere he considered “home,” he was simply the wind, going wherever suited him. To find a place that felt like “home...”
Well, it wouldn't do to just stand around getting more and more uncomfortable by the moment. Finding the nearest stall that looked as though it would have everything he wanted, Fuuen took a seat, giving a nod and a small smile to the proprietor. He looked the menu over with only the briefest of glances, already having a fairly good idea of what he wanted, and that glance just reaffirmed that they had it. Wasn't that pleasant? Perhaps this really was quite the nice place, after all.
“Mabo udon and a sweet potato shochu, please.”