The Journey of an Ou

“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,The tall man, known as Izenabe, smiled gently and walked to the shelf of household goods. "While I'm picking something out," he said,,The shop door and the nearest shelves were smashed to pieces! Blood, splintered wood, and broken merchandise were flying around in the small shop. The muffled blast echoed for a long time.。