Chokurou Akimichi, Confederate Conference
After the greeting of his new two friends, especially from the one called Setsuko, who he seemed to squeak his name out to her in response. Pretty lame greeting one would say. A simple hello to the young woman turned into a high pitched hi, followed by a cough and then an attempt to greet her properly. Cho rubbed the back of his head and smiled.
"Food doesn't sound like a bad Idea to be honest. Afterwards we could train if your up to it. Whadda say, hm?" Unknown to Cho someone else had approached the group who currently resided near the conference room entrance. A figure that Chokashi knew well enough. Yamato Minamoru. Hi cousin told him a little about Yamato. How he was quite the fighter when Chokashi was growing up however, he did not deny that Yamato only got stronger with age.
"Oh. Minamoru-sama. It's good to see-" e was interrupted by Yamato addressing his new found friend with rather, hateful eyes. It was almost as if he thought of Setsuko as nothing but dog shit and with that he raised an eyebrow but the confused look disappeared as quickly as it came. Then came his speech as well. Chokurou started to slump over until he caught himself and quickly stood fully erect. After the speech, Yamato seemed to walk off, most likely going to another group of shinobi to check their uniforms as well. Chokurou sighed as he turned to the group he was in.
"Maybe some other time then." He gave the two of them a wave goodbye before heading down to what could pass as a mess hall and got into line with everyone awaiting some form of food. Cho, being the Akimichi he was, loaded his tray with food causing him to get looks from many people but those who knew the clan knew why they ate so much. Speaking of clans, Chokurou decided to give his cousin a buzz to check in on him. After a few rings:
"This is Akimchi Choka-""Hey bro!" A sigh came from the other side.
"W-what are you doing calling me right now? Is it important?""N-no. I-I was just calling to see how yo-""Sorry, had a rough day yesterday and it's dragged into today. I heard there was a big fiasco at the festival.""Eh? Yeah. Those damn Red Sages came through and caused a mess." A chuckle followed.
"Did you take any out?" Chokurou smiled slightly.
"Not exactly, I came into the fray late so I didn't see too much action. I did knock one or two out though.""Well good job! Did you use the Palm?" Even if Chokashi couldn't see it, Chokurou shook his head.
"No but I'll make sure to next time.""I hope so. I didn't teach you that for fun. Well I got to go. I'm meeting with the Nara and Yamanaka clan in about an hour so I'll talk to you later. Oh wait-" Chokurou was about to hang up until he heard Chokashi call for him again.
"Yeah?""Chotsu Akimcihi was at the festival. Did he make it out?""No... He was killed in the blast." Another sigh.
"Alright...Thanks." Chokurou heard his cousin immediately hanging up the phone. He shook his head before diving into the meal, which others would call a buffet with much vigor.
Next Day - Armed Forces Outpost - Amegakure Province, Near the Border with Konoha
He laid in his bed with his left side hanging off the edge. After the trip to the outpost shortly followed by a tour he was done for the day. But, as his cousin was, he would most likely eat, work out, eat some more and then sleep. So with that thought in mind he rolled himself out of bed, showered and made his way to the mess hall...again. The mess hall was fairly packed with shinobi who had finished missions, starting missions, finished training or just woke up. Either way, It was like any other mess hall he had been in and as usual, he grabbed a tray and began to fill it with what he could, grossing out a new group of shinobi who weren't aware of the Akimichi habits. At least Chokashi wasn't here. He'd make Chokurou's meal look like an appetizer. Two bowls of ramen; one tofu and one pork and veggies, three bowls of rice and rack of barbeque pork with grilled squash was Chokurou's first meal before heading out to the training grounds. With tray in hand his next goal was to find an empty seat. He did a quick scan over the place before finding a seat in the far corner of the room and needless to say he swiftly made his way over before it could be taken.
Placing his tray down he pulled out his seat and sat down, scooting himself forward so that he could better "situate" himself before chowing down. He picked up his first bowl of ramen, broke apart his pair of chopsticks and begun to eat, or what could pass for eating. It was similar to what a starving man would do when given a feast. Unfortunately, those at the table didn't agree with the manners he displayed. Looks of disapproval were among many but at the current moment Chokurou could not see them. Soon enough he took a pause to take a drink.
"God that is some good ramen. Haven't had noodles like that for awhi- What?" Cho then took notice to those looking at him. "You're disgusting you know that right? How can you even eat all that?" Cho took a swig of his drink and then placed it on the table before leaning back in his chair.
"What you call disgusting I call normal. I'm an Akimichi, we eat, train, eat and fight. It's what we do. Besides-" He leaned forward to his second bowl and started to pack that away.
"Dish ish nodding. Mah coushin eatsh moar den me." A few raised their eyebrows while others just paled at the statement and few actually threw up in their mouths at his lack of tact and decency.
