[h2]Nobunobunobu[/h2]

Nobunaga claimed her spoil of war as was her right and she took hole of several pounds of freshly slaughtered sea serpent flesh. Huddled up over the center of the deck and lighting a flame from her gun over the freshly sliced and almost paper thin sashimi cuts to parbroil the surface via one of those new Japanese fusion cuisines she found over the internet, the Japanese warlord and currently a skeleton then took out from her coat (to other people it would look like a void in the rib cage) a bottle of soy sauce to drip onto the piece of meat she was holding with a pair of chopsticks before nomming the morsel. "Seven out of ten." The awkward sight of the hunched over skeleton stated as it continued its repast, abusing Servant parameters to uniformly cut evenly like the precision machines she so adored.