Ichiraku Ramen stand

The Ichiraku stand has been around for generations. It founder taught his family everything there is to know about making top class ramen and has been passed down through generation to generation. This stand is now famous all around konoha and is often alway's busy through out the day.

"Good afternoon!"

A young boy walked into the Ichiraku stand, swaying the curtains away as he entered.

"Good afternoon, sir."

He sat down and sighed, proping up his glasses while thinking of what to get from the stand. Closing his eyes, he thought deeply of what he truly desired, what was special for today? What flavour would say "me" the most. The decesion had to come swiftly, for the chef had asked already what he would like for the moment.

Closing his eyes propping his glasses once more, he opened his mouth and the words spilled out, words of what he truly wanted. "I'll have the usual."

The usual, yes the usual. For the boy had frequent this place usually, he was probably just a character in the background that would pass by often and only felt like describing himself today. For this boy... this young man... will one day be chosen, and find his true hidden potential. And that hidden potential... would be...

"Oh man, I give up. I can't think of anything else after that." Kazuma said quietly to himself and headesked the counter. For the past couple of minutes he was narrating himself to find something interesting about... well himself.

"I really am bland arn't I?" He said and slumped back a little, not slumping too far as for there was no backrest on the stool. "Ah, whatever. Wonder what I'm ganna do for today?"

Kazuma shifted his head in the direction of a sudden newcomer. He abruptly sat down without noticing him, and even said "I didn't notice you". Kazuma then confirmed himself to be officially bland at that moment.

He then notice how quickly the new guy got his ramen, and he got it before him.

Seeing this Kazuma stood up suddenly and pointed at the newcomer, "What the hell? You just came in here a couple of seconds ago and you already got your bowl? And what's up with that last line? You make it sound like you waited ages for it!" Kazuma said, annoyed. He was of course, just being sore about it, after saying that he got his bowl... though he failed to notice it since his full attention was on Saruno anyways.

After the awkward silence, kazuma's glasses slid down on his nose slightly. "Oh, wha? You introduced yourself sorry I didn't not-" He then suddenly regained his posture of annoyance when he had another reason to be... annoyed. "Eh... Hey! If you introduced yourself then don't turn away and be distracted! It's a damn good thing I didn't say my name then, because you would like 'yes finally my food is here and it smells good. time to dig in' while I'm telling you my name.

He then pointed a shaky finger at Saruno again. "Then you wouldn't hear my name." He then smirked and pushed his glasses up, feeling like a smartass.

Kazuma sat down, took a breath and propped his glasses up with his right hand. He decided to go with what Saruno suggested, he wong the argument after all anyways. He then took his bowl "Saruno Satoshi? Pleased to meet you, my name is Kazuma Toshi. You can refer to me as Kaz for short."

He looked at Saruno and smiled, a bit uneasily. He then took a slurp of his own ramen.

The irking sound of an energetic youth slurpee-finishing-whateveryouwannacallit his own bowl of ramen echoad in Kazuma's ears a bit. Dammit that's annoying. He said in his own mind. Though Kazuma was being a hypocrite thinking like that, besides he was also slurping his own ramen too, though he did his best to be a bit polite... a bit.

Saruno then commented on his headband... which is... non-existant. "Umm." Kazuma's eyebrow twitched a little, he eyed Saruno from the side. "You know... I'm not wearing a head band right now. Just glasses, common, ruffled black hair, blue eyes, some moles which are creepily aligned... I don't think I have a headband. Kazuma took a quick glance at himself. "You know what, I look more like a common villagefolk, i'm just wearing a yellow sweater and some common shinobi pants and sandals. I think I left my headband back at my mom's pastry shop." While Kazuma was talking, he didn't hear Saruno ask him to spar, so he was talking to himself for a bit at that moment.

((sorry, had some trouble with time management, I'll try to be more active))

Kaz looked around, dumbfounded. He then shot a glare back at Saruno. "What? How the hell is this my fault? Your the one that suddenly shouted to attract attention. You know what, I just wanted to eat ramen quietly today. Your causing me nuisance." Kazuma gripped his head and made a yelp as if one where in some sort of migraine pain.

"You know what, no! I don't want to go have a spar in the training grounds. I'm tired for today." Kazuma sighed and stepped out of the ramen shop. As he slowly walked away, he could hear murmours from the crowd.

"Aw, I thought a brawl was ganna go down."
"Man, havn't seen a spar gone down in ages, and this guy just ruined it."
"This guy's a wuss. Of course the guy with glasses doesn't have any combat potential."
"Yeah know what, the fight would of been one-sided anyways. That kid wouldn't have stand a chance."
"If I could make a bet on four-eyes there, and he somehow won. I would make riches because his odds of losing would of probably been sky-high."

Kazuma stopped in his tracks. He was being made fun off. He turned his head towards Saruno, his expression showing his annoyance was giving off auras of death. "Fine... you want to spar so badly? So badly you have to mock me in this crowd?"

Kazuma turned around, and took of his glasses. He looked at Saruno and sighed. "12pm, Konoha time. We'll settle this mano el mano, in el bano aka training grounds that's not occupied." He waited if Saruno would accept the duel, and also was keeping a watch if he would slap him with a white glove, hence why he took off his glasses. He didn't want to be caught of guard and get knocked out before the spar session began.