『A crystal can only reveal its hidden structure when fractures thread through its inclusions』
Jewelry embedded with the finest of gemstones will always capture a person's attention. Whether it be through the flurry of colors running through the glas...
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『ARC TWO: CAREFUL STEPS』
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Curry was surprisingly more effort filled than Yua believed. Then again, she never made curry before. The white rice that came with it on the side yes, the actual curry however, no.
Yua swiped a pesky curl away from her line of sight. Clenched tightly in her hand was a knife which she was using to dice the stupid onion on the cutting board. She huffed quietly, trying her best to not brush the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She would rather not have the trouble of rinsing her eyes out due to her getting onion in them.
Behind her, she could hear the steady sound of chicken frying in a pot. At times, she could catch the sound of a spoon stirring the chicken to keep it from burning. Next to Tanami was another wooden cutting board with chopped carrots and a slightly dirty knife. An array of spices and oil were scattered around the board as well. Sometimes Tanami's hand would hover the spices momentarily, almost as if she wanted to pick one up.
Placing her own knife down, Yua took another look at the pile of chopped onions. They looked alright. She was not used to cooking for herself. Madam Psyche has hired staff to do all the peasant work as the Pro puts it. Yua never understood that concept. People did mundane things like cooking, even other Pro Heroes should do that. Nonetheless, she could still make simple rice, noodles, and boiled eggs. At fifteen years old, she should probably know how to cook a lot more but she was never given the chance. She was lucky to know how to make that. However, chopping chicken chunks and onions seemed simple enough.
She stepped back from the counter, readjusting her bun after wiping her hands with a napkin. Blinking rapidly, the tears she unwilling wanted to shed quickly dispersed. She was not about to have onions, fucking onions make her cry. It was a vegetable. A vegetable. She was not about to say that onions were the things that made her cry almost instantly.
Meanwhile, Tanami peeked into the pot, content with the browning of the chicken. "Can you hand me the tin?"
Perking up at the words, Yua appeared puzzled for a few seconds before she caught sight of rectangular metal tin laying innocently on the counter near her. She was quick to hand it over just in time for Tanami to remove the pieces of fried meat. The inside of the pot still had liquid inside, probably the oil and what sweated off the chicken. Swiftly adding the grated ginger and garlic, Tanami began to saute until a thick layer of brown fond materialized at the bottom of the pot. The mixture itself appeared to be caramelized.
"Onions?"
Yua, somewhat clueless, handed the cutting board filled with diced onions over to the other teenager. Tanami had picked up the knife beside her and easily swiped the onions on top of the caramelized mixture. A bit of baking soda was placed inside before she stirred it. Grabbing a lid and lowering the heat, Tanami left it to steam for a while.
