Board Thread:Konohagakure/@comment-37806595-20200125065624/@comment-44207700-20200125225818

One of the best, and most popular restaurants in Konoha that had survived the war almost fifteen years ago to this date was none other than Yakiniku Q. A Gyū-Kaku yakiniku restaurant where the food was served right in front of you on a charbroiled grill. Resting at a booth that was more than just a little too small for him was the giant Ieyasu Akimichi. He was eating small cutlets of bulgogi, just one of many courses he would be having by himself while everyone had friends and family to eat with. He didn't necessarily look depressed so to speak, but all on his own he certainly did seem a little smaller than the giant everyone knew him as.

His emerald eyes were looking down, his large hands nimbly making use of his chopsticks in order to flip and grill each cut of bulgogi he was given. It couldn't be seen from the direction facing into the restaurant, but his right arm's sleeve was torn to ribbons and looked bloody. It looked like some sort of animal had gotten to him, and the small cut on his left cheek that crossed his clan's facial markings seemed to be from somemthing he narrowly dodged. Aside from the gaping wounds on his right arm he looked fine for the most part. But it looked as if the world had strange plans for him today. The alluring smell of Yakiniku Q attracted many strange customers, and perhaps it was going to chase in someone with an appetite as large as Ieyasu's own.