Nextgen Kids: Legend of the Nine Newborn

Festival Friends 6: The Culture Club!

Regrettably, Nel can't join this fun little tribal club, for she chose to stay with Aughsucks. X3

Festival Friends 6: The Culture Club!

"Here is a basic step-by-step process on my ramen-making technique." Began a chef in classy clothing and spiked-up hair. A bowl of ramen sat plainly on the table for Sector SA to observe. "I start with a rich seafood stock. I add plenty of green onions and a spoon of minced garlic." He did so. "And a GUN!!!" And he JABBED a gun into the bowl! "Please, try it."

Nagisa grabbed some chopsticks and slurped some up, his friends looking on with repulse. "Mmmm! That's better than I expected!"

Killua slurped his own fill. "Now, that's a recipe fit for an assassin!"

"Indeed." replied Chef Gastro, pulling his gun up to lick off the ramen.

"I feel like I'm not learning much about cooking." Goombella commented.

...

Pipirika was casually exploring the island on her own, finishing the last bites of some Magmaroni and Freezy Cheese, a specialty from Hailfire Peaks, Avalar. As she contemplated where to go next, glancing to a stall labeled "Gastro's Gun Goods," a particular pair caught her gaze: a girl with magenta hair and beefy legs and a "girl" with blue hair. Curious, Pipirika approached Sector SA and said, "Hey, mind if I join you guys?"

The five operatives turned to their tall guest with mild surprise, having to crane their heads up. Morgiana lightly gasped. "You're an Imuchakk!"

"So, you are a Fanalis!" Pipirika beamed. "But, are you an Imuchakk, too?" She faced Nagisa. "You look small."

"No, I'm a human." Nagisa blushed. "Unless my mom's been hiding something from me."

"I remember hearing about the Imuchakk." Goombella said. "You guys are supposed to be rivals, right?"

"Yeah, kickball rivals. Not that I ever got involved." Morg replied. "Did you need something?"

"Nothing really." Rika smiled. "I guess I was just curious. Name's Pipirika!"

"Morgiana." She smiled back. "And this is my boyfriend, Nagisa."

"Oh, you're a boy?"

"Yep. I just like to watch my weight." Nagisa shrugged off.

"And before you get confused," Killua said, "Morgiana is a girl. Sort of."

Morg shot him a glare. "Hey, Rika, wanna join me in a game?"

"What kind of game?"

"It's like kickball, except Killua here is the ball."

"NOT AGAIN!" Killua jumped.

"Uh...is that safe?" Rika asked in concern.

"Certainly! He specially trained his body for this kind of game."

"SCREW YOU!" Killua bolted.

"Hurry, catch him!" Morgiana gave chase.

"Well, this'll work up an appetite!" Pipirika giggled and joined in.

"You know, if this were kindergarten," Goombella said, "I'm the one they would kick around."

"Well, that's sad." Index replied.

...

Kohaku was in awe at the bustling festival. So, this was the legendary Cooking Island. This was the festival they had been preparing for, the one renowned by everyone in outer space. She had never seen so many colorful characters all at once. She wasn't sure where to go first.