Capítulo 18: Be Like Water, My Friend.
That's a quote from Bruce Lee.
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Arsene stood in his quiet kitchen, carefully measuring out the ingredients for the waffle batter. He cracked eggs into a bowl, added flour, and then poured in just the right amount of milk. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, as he stirred the batter. As he worked, he inserted the XXL-size rechargeable batteries he had purchased earlier into a small device on the counter. "Lightning Release: Charge," Arsene muttered, naming the technique he used to infuse the batteries with chakra.
Naming his jutsu wasn't something Arsene often cared about, but it was a fact of shinobi life that all the strongest shinobi had signature techniques with memorable names. And while Arsene didn't go for flashy titles, it was a step toward becoming one of the strongest. If all the legendary shinobi do it, then I won't be left out. He smirked slightly as the batteries hummed with energy.
With the batter mixed, Arsene poured it into his waffle maker, the device humming softly as it heated up. He had no idea what made waffles different from pancakes, but the new recipe intrigued him, and he wanted to try something different. As he waited for the waffles to cook, a sudden knock echoed from his front door.
Sighing, Arsene muttered, "Yo, this isn't public property..." His tone, already flat, dropped even further when he opened the door to reveal none other than Metal Lee standing outside, his face full of determination.
"Face me!" Metal Lee exclaimed, his stance firm, his eyes locked onto Arsene with unwavering focus. He had come for one reason and one reason only: to challenge Arsene to a fight.
The subconscious urge to beat him up did cross Arsene's mind—he wasn't opposed to putting Metal Lee in his place—but then he paused, something in the situation amusing him. Instead of dismissing Metal, he smirked slightly. Why not have a little fun first?
"Sure," Arsene said, surprising Metal Lee. "But do me a favor first." Without waiting for a response, Arsene turned and walked back into the kitchen. "Mind having dinner with me?"
Metal blinked, completely caught off guard. "What? D-Did you just... invite me?" His voice wavered slightly as confusion took hold. He hadn't expected Arsene to be so... cordial. Metal scratched his head, unsure how to react.
Still, Metal wasn't one to refuse an invitation, even if it came from someone as cold and indifferent as Arsene. He hesitated briefly at the door before stepping inside and taking off his shoes, his eyes scanning the interior of Arsene's home. The place was well-maintained, minimalistic but with a certain order to everything. It wasn't what he had expected. "Your house is... nice," Metal said, a little awkwardly, still trying to process the situation.
"Yeah, it's fine," Arsene replied, completely unfazed. He moved over to the waffle maker and checked on the batter. "After we eat, we can fight. I assume you want to use me to figure out your goal, right?"
Metal Lee, ever cheerful and straightforward, grinned. "Absolutely! Since Arsene is rather heartless, you should have no problem helping me with that, right?"
Arsene glanced at him, his eyes narrowing slightly, though the comment didn't bother him. "That's fine," he said, his voice calm as always. Heartless, huh? Arsene thought to himself. He's not wrong.
The waffle maker beeped, signaling that the first batch was done. Arsene opened it and pulled out two perfectly golden waffles. He placed them on a plate with an almost surgical precision. As he prepared the plate, Metal's curiosity got the better of him, and he reached for the waffles with his fork.
But before Metal could dig in, Arsene's hand shot out, smacking Metal's hand away with a sharp thwap. "Didn't anyone teach you manners?" Arsene asked, his tone cold but not hostile. He wasn't angry, just particular about certain things.
Metal recoiled slightly, rubbing his hand. "Oh, sorry! I just—"
Arsene interrupted him, adding syrup, whipped cream, and carefully placing two blueberries on top of the waffles. Once he was satisfied with the presentation, he pushed the plate toward Metal. "Now, try," Arsene instructed, watching Metal intensely. His eyes narrowed, studying Metal's every move as if this was some kind of experiment.
Metal Lee blinked again, confused but intrigued. He picked up his fork, hesitated for a moment, and then cut a piece of the waffle. As he brought the bite to his mouth, Arsene's unblinking gaze never left him. Metal took a cautious bite, chewing slowly.
The moment the taste hit his tongue, Metal's face lit up with delight. "Whoa! This is amazing!" he exclaimed, his mouth still half-full. "These waffles are incredible, Arsene!"
Arsene didn't react much outwardly, but there was a subtle flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good," he said, sitting down across from Metal, taking a bite of his own waffle. "I wasn't sure how good they'd be, considering it's my first time making them."
Metal eagerly took another bite, practically devouring the waffles as he spoke. "For your first time, these are pretty great! You should cook more often!"
Arsene remained silent, focusing on his meal. As he ate, he found himself oddly amused by the situation. He had never thought of Metal Lee as a particularly interesting person, but there was something refreshing about his honesty and enthusiasm. Most people who crossed Arsene's path were either afraid of him or despised him, but Metal seemed genuinely excited to be here.
"So, about this fight..." Metal said after a moment, his voice a little more serious now as he finished the last bite of waffle. "I'm still determined to face you. You're strong, Arsene, and I want to push myself further."
Arsene placed his fork down and looked at Metal with a calm but sharp gaze. "Fine. But remember what I told you earlier—don't fight for someone else's dream. Figure out what you want, and then we'll see if you're ready."
Metal nodded, though a hint of doubt crossed his face. He still wasn't sure what his own goal was, but he knew he wanted to find it. And if fighting Arsene could help him get closer to that realization, then he was more than willing to take the challenge.
Finishing his meal, Arsene stood up and stretched. "Alright. Let's get this over with."
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[Auther: I'm tired and the cold weather is being rather problematic, I might take a break tomorrow. That's why, I wanted to post more than 3 chapters...]
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[Auther: Yo. There's not much to say, I wrote so much today. Aside from MHA. I'm mad that no one found my Falcon And The Blade(Guts and Griffith) comment. ]
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