"Mr. Tachibana! Stop practicing! Dinner's ready!"
"Oh, is dinner already done? That's pretty quick today..."
Aoto lowered the orange water in his hands and turned to look at Chokata, who was standing at the entrance of the corridor connecting the dojo and their residence.
Chokata was wearing a kappougi, with a headscarf wrapped around his head to keep his hair from getting into the oil and smoke, and holding a rice scoop in his hand.
The so-called "kappougi" can be understood as an apron from this era, worn during cooking to prevent oil stains and dirt from getting on clothes or the body.
After putting away his sword and walking slowly to Chokata's side, Aoto gave him a slight smile: "Mr. Chokata, thank you for cooking for us these past few days."
"It's nothing to thank me for." As always, Chokata's face was bright with a cheerful smile, his left hand on his waist and his right hand waving the rice scoop, "Let's eat!"
