A string of missions part 5.

Just when you think its time to go home another order always comes your way. The ramen shop was lacking hands today and Ozai had some spare time. He had spent all day in the back of the ramen shop cooking up noodles from scratch. First of all Ozai would roll some dough and cut the noodles up himself before boiling them, next he would cook up some beef carefully straining the meat saving the juice for later, after both the noodles and meat were cooked Ozai poured them all into one large bowl. Before dumping in the broth he would chop up the meat and some vegetables and stir them in slowly allowing it all to absorb the beef broth. He knew that this would be some of the best ramen any villager had tasted in their lives. Due to Ozai's training as a ninja he was able to move at an extraordinary rate and was pumping out ramen like no other. Everyone customer was served a bowl of fresh ramen before their change was even received drawing up quite the crowd for the shop.

As the night was closing out an order came in for a special delivery. It'd seems that the boy who had ordered ramen before had been involved in an incident. The letter specifically stated that the boy would be in the hospital for a while and he requested specifically that Ozai be the one who delivered the meal. Taking his time Ozai crafted up one last batch of ramen before the shop was closed for the night. With ease, Ozai sat a covered bowl on a piece of wax paper pulling it tightly around the bowl before wrapping it with a piece of twine knotting it in a fancy bow. Ozai knew the importance of this ramen to that little boy and didn't want to lose a single bit on the way. Paying the shop owner for the meal he left making sure to hit up one shop before he made it to the hospital.

The streets were quiet tonight mostly due to their emptiness, it had to be nearly midnight as Ozai left the market area. Serenity was the only thing present in the hidden mist at the current point in time besides Ozai. The hospital doors whized open allowing Ozai to pass through them. Making a quick stop at the front desk a lone nurse directed him to the boy's room informing him to be quiet because it was well past visiting hours. The boy's mother left Ozai into the room holding a finger to her mouth. He must've been exhausted because the first thing Ozai picked up was the boys snoring. Cautiously he placed a small, fuzzy dog beside the boys head and left the ramen on the table beside his bed. Such a shame is all Ozai could think every time he glanced at the boy. As Ozai was leaving the boys mom stopped him for a brief moment showing him a picture the boy had drawn. In crayon, one would notice Ozai, the boy, and a bowl of ramen with a heart around it separating the two. A small smile graced Ozai's face as he placed a hand on the women's shoulder "You should probably get some sleep now." With that Ozai left the hospital and made his way to his own bed.