Sake usually tastes the best after you've earned it from such warfare, and there's only one god I'll ever drink with. [Yato. His "boss." Because Yato is the arguably lowest-ranked god of 6 billion in Shintoism, so of course Nobunaga latched onto him instantly.] It doesn't always increase battle lust. Sometimes it can put people to sleep if they've been working too hard. The dragon in my army [Remember: HE HAS NO MAGIC IN HIS WORLD?! Yes. That's important.] is often pranked by the kitsune, and goes out after one cup. Well, the dragon is always in high gear, and has a heightened sense of taste for food [Aka: he cooks.] so he's more susceptible to such things. The kitsune incidentally can't be tricked. You can't trick a trickster. But don't rely on waiting to see what effect it'll have. It's definitely better to find out casually before you need to know.
The monkey becomes completely honest. It's the only way he'll drop his mask of manners. But if it increased his battlelust, the world would be long since destroyed. The only thing holding my right hand back from killing everyone and everything is me. [That's... kind of true.] Incidentally, he's the one who'd be in heaven. But if he got drunk on peaches, he'd get himself kicked out like Sun Wukong. [This is getting silly. Er... sillier.] Ranmaru gets cuddly though. So you really can't rely on it. He's a demon general in his own right, and has a kill count higher than many demon lords we've faced, but enough sake and he relaxes into a state of childishness.
My first friend completely drank me under twice in a row in our contests. He's an explorer of the stars and the dark spaces beyond, so it's small wonder he has such a high resistance. ["Resistance." More like... doesn't know when to stop.] But he's the one who never changes his tone no matter who's he addressing. He'll say things like, [SUPER DRAMATIC POSE!] "What do I want on my tombstone? Pepperoni." And then I forced him to explain both pepperoni and "commercials," and did put that on the marker for his death.
I'm not very fond of the western drinks, wine or ales. They're too uncultured and unsophisticated for me. [He is genuinely a big SAKE IS THE BEST AND WE MUST MAKE IT CONQUER THE OTHERS kind of dude.] But rum isn't bad. It's nice and sweet. It's a little associated with pirates in the future, I think more for its location than preference. But avoid absinthe. I drank it when Crichton died and I first met Tayrey. I don't remember much, but I remember the glowing green cauldron and that I vowed never again. [... Dramatic but there you have it.]
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Sake usually tastes the best after you've earned it from such warfare, and there's only one god I'll ever drink with. [Yato. His "boss." Because Yato is the arguably lowest-ranked god of 6 billion in Shintoism, so of course Nobunaga latched onto him instantly.] It doesn't always increase battle lust. Sometimes it can put people to sleep if they've been working too hard. The dragon in my army [Remember: HE HAS NO MAGIC IN HIS WORLD?! Yes. That's important.] is often pranked by the kitsune, and goes out after one cup. Well, the dragon is always in high gear, and has a heightened sense of taste for food [Aka: he cooks.] so he's more susceptible to such things. The kitsune incidentally can't be tricked. You can't trick a trickster. But don't rely on waiting to see what effect it'll have. It's definitely better to find out casually before you need to know.
The monkey becomes completely honest. It's the only way he'll drop his mask of manners. But if it increased his battlelust, the world would be long since destroyed. The only thing holding my right hand back from killing everyone and everything is me. [That's... kind of true.] Incidentally, he's the one who'd be in heaven. But if he got drunk on peaches, he'd get himself kicked out like Sun Wukong. [This is getting silly. Er... sillier.] Ranmaru gets cuddly though. So you really can't rely on it. He's a demon general in his own right, and has a kill count higher than many demon lords we've faced, but enough sake and he relaxes into a state of childishness.
My first friend completely drank me under twice in a row in our contests. He's an explorer of the stars and the dark spaces beyond, so it's small wonder he has such a high resistance. ["Resistance." More like... doesn't know when to stop.] But he's the one who never changes his tone no matter who's he addressing. He'll say things like, [SUPER DRAMATIC POSE!] "What do I want on my tombstone? Pepperoni." And then I forced him to explain both pepperoni and "commercials," and did put that on the marker for his death.
I'm not very fond of the western drinks, wine or ales. They're too uncultured and unsophisticated for me. [He is genuinely a big SAKE IS THE BEST AND WE MUST MAKE IT CONQUER THE OTHERS kind of dude.] But rum isn't bad. It's nice and sweet. It's a little associated with pirates in the future, I think more for its location than preference. But avoid absinthe. I drank it when Crichton died and I first met Tayrey. I don't remember much, but I remember the glowing green cauldron and that I vowed never again. [... Dramatic but there you have it.]