Post by Onnio on Mar 28, 2021 13:55:16 GMT -5
Onnio's PL: 5,000
Items: Scouter
“What’s that banner say?” Onnio asked Dolando. There were too many words on the restaurant stall’s cloth banner for him to struggle through.
“The Great Saiba Bun Eating Contest,” Dolando told him.
Onnio clenched his fists in anticipation. “A contest?”
The big pink pineapple waved a hand. “Yes, but for eating food. Not fighting. I don’t know why they’re holding such a contest here, at the Outpost.”
“That’s because we Saiyans have katchin stomachs!” Onnio explained. “We can eat like nobody else. Not every battle is with fists, you know,” Onnio smirked.
Dolando hmphed, clearly not interested.
Approaching the stall, Onnio took stock.
Several cardboard boxes emblazoned with the image of delicious and doughy steamed saiba buns, some covered in dust and stamped with a word Onnio didn’t understand (EXPIRED), were haphazardly stacked behind the counter.
The proprietor, a heavyset Saiyan woman, grinned at him as he approached. “Hi there, Onnio,” She greeted.
Onnio liked it when other people knew his name, but he didn’t know theirs. That meant word was getting around about him. “Hi,” he smiled, forgetting that they had met several times over the years at the Outpost.
“Are you interested in the contest?” The proprietor asked, boredly picking her nose.
“Yes, if it will prove I’m the greatest saiba bun eater around.”
Dolando walked away, but Onnio didn't notice.
The proprietor beamed. “Good! And it certainly will. The entry fee is ten credits. If you win, you get a Saiba Bun Eating Champion Certificate of Authenticity. Framed with genuine fake gold.”
Champion! Onnio thought excitedly.
“I’m in!” Onnio exclaimed, handing over the money. “When do we start?”
The proprietor shrugged, pulling the finger from her nose. “As soon as enough contestants arrive, I guess,” She gestured to the empty row of stools. “I’ve got over nine thousand of these I need to cook today, before they turn to stone.”
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
Damage: 0/270%