just a little non-action byte for the Forest of Death.
If Kirigishi Katsu ever decided to give up the shinobi thing, Neshan thought as he considered the impromptu skewer of fish cubes he'd picked up, he could likely earn his keep as a short order cook without much trouble.
Though using senbon and a toned down version of that hot chakra assassination technique of his to cook the meat was a way of meal preparation the Leaf nin hadn't seen before. No smoke from a fire was a definite plus, though, and for some reason something about the meal seemed slightly off.
He bit off a chunk of fish ... and realized there was next no smell to it, and what was there of it was ... odd.
'Nenai sniffed the meat. Frowned.
"I was going to ask why you were lugging a damn spice rack around, but I guess that explains it," said the Nara after taking a bite. "Continent again?"
"Un. Took a bit of finding, and a night-time visit to the poisons and hazardous materials locker in the Hokage Tower," Katsu said calmly, filleting and cutting up another of the fish they'd caught while Neshan was busy with Sealing up Orochimaru's present for the Hyuga heir.
Said Fuuin-jutsu expert stopped chewing, his eyes bugging out slightly at the onetime Mist-nin's admission.
"I know the salty bit, that's from one of their creepers, but it's hardly a poison," 'Nenai commented after taking a small bite of his fish.
"No, that one I picked up at the market. Good price too, since it ruins the smell of just about any meal. Useless for anyone who runs an eatery, but it's why we're using it," Katsu shrugged. "The spicy pepper-like taste, though ..."
"Wait, wait, don't tell me, I've almost got it," 'Nenai took another bite. Nodded to himself. "Diluted powdered fire orchid?"
"Heavily," Katsu nodded. It was actually the plant's juices that were dangerous, mildly acidic and working like an extremely efficient coagulant - nothing to be used in straight out medicine, though, since it ate through nerve tissue like nobody's business. The powdered form, on the other hand, had found some medical application in that direction ... and if you diluted it enough, nothing gave quite as much zing to a meal, or so he'd found.
"You said you raided the poisons locker. Dried and powdered it yourself?"
"I was bored. And the concentrated stuff is worth it," he patted his pack.
And it was. It was also damn dangerous. Just throwing it in somebody's face would make them feel like they'd stuck their head into a colony of fire ants. If they actually tried to rub it out of their eyes, it was bye-bye sense of sight. And if they inhaled any of it ...
"... you're nowhere near insane enough to ... oh, kami, you are ... tell me you didn't put it in a smoke-bomb ..."
"... no. Laced a few senbon with it," Katsu replied. 'Nenai and Neshan looked at their skewers - senbon needles - in horror. "No, not those. I've got the coated parts of the ones I used covered in wax and bandaged up. Interesting idea, though."
He seasoned the fish on his own skewer and started feeding minute amounts of hot chakra through it.
Then bit in without hesitation.
Neshan swallowed.
May the Sosuke Sagara school of battlefield cooking live long and prosper.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
If Kirigishi Katsu ever decided to give up the shinobi thing, Neshan thought as he considered the impromptu skewer of fish cubes he'd picked up, he could likely earn his keep as a short order cook without much trouble.
Though using senbon and a toned down version of that hot chakra assassination technique of his to cook the meat was a way of meal preparation the Leaf nin hadn't seen before. No smoke from a fire was a definite plus, though, and for some reason something about the meal seemed slightly off.
He bit off a chunk of fish ... and realized there was next no smell to it, and what was there of it was ... odd.
'Nenai sniffed the meat. Frowned.
"I was going to ask why you were lugging a damn spice rack around, but I guess that explains it," said the Nara after taking a bite. "Continent again?"
"Un. Took a bit of finding, and a night-time visit to the poisons and hazardous materials locker in the Hokage Tower," Katsu said calmly, filleting and cutting up another of the fish they'd caught while Neshan was busy with Sealing up Orochimaru's present for the Hyuga heir.
Said Fuuin-jutsu expert stopped chewing, his eyes bugging out slightly at the onetime Mist-nin's admission.
"I know the salty bit, that's from one of their creepers, but it's hardly a poison," 'Nenai commented after taking a small bite of his fish.
"No, that one I picked up at the market. Good price too, since it ruins the smell of just about any meal. Useless for anyone who runs an eatery, but it's why we're using it," Katsu shrugged. "The spicy pepper-like taste, though ..."
"Wait, wait, don't tell me, I've almost got it," 'Nenai took another bite. Nodded to himself. "Diluted powdered fire orchid?"
"Heavily," Katsu nodded. It was actually the plant's juices that were dangerous, mildly acidic and working like an extremely efficient coagulant - nothing to be used in straight out medicine, though, since it ate through nerve tissue like nobody's business. The powdered form, on the other hand, had found some medical application in that direction ... and if you diluted it enough, nothing gave quite as much zing to a meal, or so he'd found.
"You said you raided the poisons locker. Dried and powdered it yourself?"
"I was bored. And the concentrated stuff is worth it," he patted his pack.
And it was. It was also damn dangerous. Just throwing it in somebody's face would make them feel like they'd stuck their head into a colony of fire ants. If they actually tried to rub it out of their eyes, it was bye-bye sense of sight. And if they inhaled any of it ...
"... you're nowhere near insane enough to ... oh, kami, you are ... tell me you didn't put it in a smoke-bomb ..."
"... no. Laced a few senbon with it," Katsu replied. 'Nenai and Neshan looked at their skewers - senbon needles - in horror. "No, not those. I've got the coated parts of the ones I used covered in wax and bandaged up. Interesting idea, though."
He seasoned the fish on his own skewer and started feeding minute amounts of hot chakra through it.
Then bit in without hesitation.
Neshan swallowed.
May the Sosuke Sagara school of battlefield cooking live long and prosper.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm