Chapter 740: What an awful meal that was.
An old man sat in the dimly lit, quaint restaurant, his weathered hands cradling the bowl of steaming ramen. The aroma of the broth filled the air, carrying with it memories of countless meals served in this timeless establishment.
As he slurped the noodles with practiced precision, he couldn’t help but reminisce about the countless moments he had spent here over the years. This old restaurant had been a constant in his life, a place of solace and comfort during both joyous and challenging times.
"You still come here every so often, I see."
A person suddenly occupied the previously empty wooden chair across from the old man. The latter glanced up at the man, recognizing that gentle smile paired with a pair of menacing eyes.
Dragon.
"This place makes me cherish solitude," said the old man as he refocused his attention on the bowl in front of him, unfazed by the presence of countless men that suddenly filled the establishment. "It grants me a quiet moment to reflect on my life’s experiences, the people I have known, and the journeys I have undertaken. I am a part of this place’s story, just as it is a part of mine."
"You are still just as sentimental as I remembered, Ram." Dragon smiled amicably, watching the man resume his meal. He scanned the pleasantly old-fashioned ramen house.
The walls of the restaurant, adorned with faded posters and framed photographs, told a silent tale of its history. The creases in the wallpaper bore witness to the laughter of generations, the whispered confidences, and the shared secrets of patrons who had come and gone. Its interior was proof it had seen the changing tides of time, yet it had remained a steadfast presence in a world that constantly evolved.
"How nostalgic," he whispered with a subtle smile. "You used to take us here. Hera and I. I remembered you brought Ralph with us one time, and he emptied your pockets."