Chopsticks clattered in an empty bowl as the man who emptied it rubbed his doughy stomach.
"Ahhh that hit the spot." Soujiro said with the contentment of a man who had eaten to bursting point.
"Nother portion Souji-chan?" Asked the ramen places elderly owner.
"Your asking me that after 'only' 16 servings? Hell yeah! Keep it coming Pops!" The other patrons cheered at his enthusum befroe digging into their own bowls again.
Soujiro didn't know exactly how long he'd been in this wonderful village and truth be told he really didn't care. Could have been a month or a year for all he cared, but then again he no longer intended to leave so it was a mut point.
The fight merchant ate as well as any other permanent resident of the town, and soon acheived a figure that no one would ever believe belonged to a wanted man. His desire not to be recognised as an enemy soldier had led to him over eating even by the village standards and had become quite a 'big man' about town, to the point wherethe only thing his super strength was used for nowadays was staying mobile and making doorways wider when he couldnt fit through. It used to be he was a one man army who could take down whole hordes of opponents by himself, nowadays like everybody else in town he needed other people to help him dress...namely his wife.
He'd met hibou at her families beef bowl place. She was desired about town for her beautiful face, bountiful body and her families delicous cooking, she however became enamoured with Sanji when she found him outstripping much more massive men during eating contests during his efforts to make his dsguise as complete as possible. It started out innocent enough and he had tried pushing her away, but the combination of her warm and gentle personality, her culinary skills, the fact that her bosom was far larger than her head or the way she'd pick rice off of his second and soon third chins and eat it slowly he'd soon caved into her and married her with a massive wedding feast about the whole town was invited to.
Soujiro now spends almost all his time letting his wife an the rest of the town glut his 500-ish (he'd stopped guessing after 520) body. He'd put himself to use by using his still prodigous strength to help around town, making sure to keep a training regiment, hough focused purely on developing mmuscle rather than any combat style, so even though he continued to grow wider daily he was still getting stronger and could still prove useful. Content to live a peaceful life full of fat, food and fun.
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