Chimper #4699
The smell of rich broth always preceded Kensaburou’s psychic visions. During their first meditation session by the cold lake, they were told to clear their mind; their mind immediately filled with a perfect recipe for miso ramen. At the archery grounds, their sensei commanded them to feel the target's spiritual location. Kensaburou loosed an arrow that sailed wide, pinning a delivery manifest to the kitchen door. They claimed their spirit was simply drawn to the day’s noodle shipment. Last week, during a sparring match, their opponent paused. Kensaburou was just staring serenely into the middle distance. "What do you see, visionary?" the opponent sneered. "A future where that rice ball you dropped is mine."
