Me and Yamato were already on our second bowl of ramen when—
BANG.
The shop doors slammed open.
A group of huge, muscular men stepped inside.
The entire shop went silent.
Everyone stared at them.
Everyone except us.
"WHERE IS YAMATO?!" one of them shouted.
Yamato calmly took another bite of ramen.
"What is it?"
The man instantly stiffened.
"Oh—umm… sir…"
His eyes shifted toward me.
"Why are you eating with the enemy?"
Yamato slowly looked up.
"Why do you care?"
The man swallowed nervously.
"Umm… you're Kyoren Hisakage, right?"
I kept eating.
"You've been summoned by the High Elders."
"Shut up," I said casually.
"Let me eat. I missed ramen for twelve years."
The men exchanged nervous glances.
Then one of them stepped forward.
"If you don't come willingly…"
"…we'll take you by force."
I sighed.
"Just try."
Bad decision.
The moment they reached for me—
I grabbed both their wrists.
SLAM.
I smashed them face-first onto the floor.
The entire ramen shop shook slightly.
Silence.
Everyone stared at me in shock.
Bowls stopped halfway to mouths.
Even the chef froze.
I didn't care.
I kept eating with one hand while holding them down with the other.
Then I lifted them slightly and whispered into their ears—
"Kyuu… phatti na?"
Their faces turned pale instantly.
"O-Of course not, sir!" one of them said while struggling.
"You can enjoy your ramen peacefully!"
"We'll… come back later…"
I let go.
They scrambled up immediately.
Then ran out of the shop almost faster than they entered.
Silence filled the room again.
I calmly took another bite of ramen.
"…This is so good."
Across from me, Yamato stared silently.
Then shook his head.
"Twelve years in the prison maze…"
He sighed.
"And somehow you became even more insane."
I smirked slightly.
"Worth it."