After Ichiro taught me how to butcher the terror bulls, he said we would be throwing a "barbeque," which, once again, sounded strangely familiar.
He started by cooking a sauce. Making a bunch of ingredients from scrap using magic, then using the smoke to heat the substance.
As I watched him cook, I suffered another of those strange visions where I saw Ichiro as someone else—the tall man with dark hair and a scar on his face.
I kept pondering about it until dinner time, when my mind finally cleared once we all ate the delicious food. The bbq sauce ended up being amazing too, which was surprising.
That night, Ichiro said he would holing himself up in his workshop.
I was curious to see him working on potions, and after taking a bath, the entire group paid him a visit. However, when we arrived, he seemed to be full of energy and into his work and barely paid any attention to the others in the room.
