[BOKKI and BUDDHA arrive at Bokki's home. The odd-jobs sign outside his door now has a sign stacked on top of it. "Mochizuki & Sons Super Exotic Exclusive Flavor Legendary Artisan Mochi"]
[BOKKI, reading the sign pale]
Please excuse the tacky shop sign, Buddha.
[BUDDHA]
Oh no worries, white hair.
In actuality, I'm a bit curious about this " Super Exotic Exclusive Flavor Legendary Artisan" mochi.
[BOKKI, a bit shocked]
For real?
I figured that the shop 's name was so long that it wouldn't attract any customers.
[GORO, appears from inside]
Well hey there son!
Who's this youve…
IS THAT BUDDHA?!
[BUDDHA]
Yes, I.
[GORO, falls over in shock.]
[BOKKI]
Hey!
Hey, wake up geezer!
[BOKKI, smacks his father with his bamboo sword]
[GORO, wakes back up]
WELCOME MR. BUDDHA!
W- WOULD YOU LIKE ANY MOCHI?!
ON US!
[BUDDHA]
Please just call me B.
Do you have a menu?
[BOKKI]
B?
You're being a bit casual for someone so revered , no?
[BUDDHA]
It's what they call me in [redacted].
Anyways, the menu?
[GORO, scrambling]
R- right!
Right here Mr. B
[GORO, hands B the menu]
[B]
What's this?
Cold steel mint?
Sounds good, ill have that one
[GORO]
Right away, Mr. B.
Soba! Get out the stainless steel!
[SOBA, runs to get the steel]
[GORO, preps his hammer]
Are you ready, Soba?
[SOBA]
Yes sir!
[GORO, starts pounding the metal, slowly becoming a soft mochi consistency. SOBA, folds the steel mochi for it to maintain its consistency]
[GORO]
Good job, Soba!
[After a few minutes, the cold steel mint mochi is ready]
[GORO]
Your mochi, Mr. B
[B grabs the mochi and takes a bite]
My days!
This- THIS IS DELIGHTFUL!
[SOBA, gleams in excitement]
Did you hear that, Mr. Mochizuki?!
He likes it!
[GORO]
HA!
That's how people react when they try my mochi for the first time!
[B goes to the bench across the street from Bokki's home]
[B, laying down lazily shouts from the bench]
I'll be staying here you guys!
Those mochi were too good to up and leave you know!
[BOKKI]
Isn't your whole thing not being attached to earthly desires?
[B, smacks Bokki in the head]
Simmer down now, you insolent fool.
[A shadowy figure watches them from the alleyway adjacent to the mochi shop]
[SHADOWY FIGURE, speaking into phone]
These are the people you want me to sign up for the tournament?
[PHONE]
Yes, the old one. He owes us plenty.
If we sign them up to the tournament, they'll have no excuse to get out of a fight.
And we'll finally be able to beat that damned old man to a pulp!
[SHADOWY FIGURE]
That sounds kind of mean…
How about we go to their door every day like a Jehovah's Witness?
[PHONE]
YOU'RE TOO SOFT, [redacted]!
The boss wants his money back.
That's final.
[SHADOWY FIGURE, sighs]
Alright I guess.