Chapter 25
Nira The Island of Urahara Present Day Meat and beer. There was nothing and I repeat nothing that couldn’t be fixed after a good assortment of meats and a fresh beer. I had almost forgotten the rewarding sense of satiation after finishing a good pint of beer and well cooked roasted pork. Katala cleared the foam of beer from her lips and unapologetically burped by my side. We smiled at each other and then turned to Didoka. “I think I’m going to be sick,” said Didoka across the table, covering his middle with an arm and looking kind of green in the face. “Don’t you dare to throw up,” I warned him with a pointed finger while chewing a piece of meat, “this food is way too precious to throw it away.” “Why did I let you talk me into this?” he asked, pushing his head down an
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