Previously on Enchantment 2 : "Wakasama complains that he wants to eat. We wanted to reason him, but we know too well that it is useless against Wakasama. So, if you please,” says the butler, signaling with his hand for Yamamoto to lead the way down to the dining hall.
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“Oi ! Bring me the usual fast ! I am famished now,” demanded Akira, who suddenly appears out of thin air in a living hall, along with his four bodyguards at both his sides. Each butlers and maids in the hall stop dead in their spots, looking bewildered upon seeing the Young Master’s friend’s sudden appearance. The crowd falls silent.
Then, a pair of fast-paced footsteps can be heard throughout the hall, and comes an old man, as old as Yamamoto, into the dining hall. As he reaches Akira, he bows elegantly and beams. “Satoshi-sama. It is a pleasant to see you here again. What may be the purpose of you here ?”
Akira eyes the Head Butler before him.
“Owh ! You didn’t hear me just now ? I only want my usual. I am completely FAMISHED, please and thank you,” he says, with a cheeky smirk on his face.
The Head Butler replies with a warm smile, he bows as he says : “Very well, Young Satoshi-sama. Your crepes will be done in a moment.” He moves back and instantaneously gives specific orders to his minions.
The next second, the whole dining hall and the kitchen become hectic upon the arrival of the young lord of Satoshi Manor - the maids are panicking, keep on bumping on each other; little sweats are visible on each butlers’ forehead as they running in and out of the hall; the chefs cooking up a storm in their holy place, hands trembling while they dice the chicken nervously.
Young Satoshi-sama is HERE !!!
In the meantime...
The door leads to the dining hall in Satoshi Manor whirls open, only to reveal nothing both to Head Butler Yamamoto and Amoux. Yamamoto looks most puzzled. He turns to Amoux and finds him grinning while shaking his head softly.
“Ara ara.. Young Waka did say he wanted to eat in the dining hall. But I didn’t think it would be in our neighbor’s dining hall. My mistake, Yamamoto-sama,” apologizes Amoux, still smiling to his senior.
Yamamoto can’t help himself anymore. His young lord has done it, yet, again – his Wakasama has totally turned his head. He lets out his deepest sighs whilst keeping his best composure attached.
“The neighbor’s dining hall ? Whose then ?” Yamamoto asks calmly.
“Kohara just informed me. They are now in Masato-sama Manor. I will go there now.” Amoux disappears right in front of Yamamoto’s eyes, even before the Head Butler could answer any further.
“Wakasama... you’ve done it again...” He may be mourning, but in the end, a cheery smile is made about the corner of his lips. “Waka.. waka.. You will never fail to give this old man surprises.” He gives a small laugh, then he walks out of the hall to resume with his works.
Don’t get it wrong – everyone in Satoshi Manor love their Wakasama at heart. However, Young Master Akira tends to throw surprises anywhere, any minutes, in any ways he wants. The unpredictable master will never ever be predicted, even if it’s only him walking down the stairs; and the name is Satoshi Akira.
Satoshi Akira may be young, as he is still in his early 20s, nonetheless he has the most respects in the majestic manor, after his father, Lord Satoshi. Everyone respects him – everyone looks up to him – everyone fears him...
Bearing the name ‘Satoshi’ in Narbonne doesn’t only give one privileges of living the most deluxe life, but it gives one gifts that are beyond our wildest imaginations, gifts that give one most powers. Being the eldest in the family, Satoshi Akira is the most gifted, and that alone scares the residers of the manor. Young Master Akira, or known as Wakasama by his servers, has never used his abilities to the servers.. directly. He instead exercises them sneakily, even when they are on-guard, and one is enough to cause a commotion in the whole manor ( or in other manors for that matter ) – due to his cheekiness and ludicrous personality. The big, old manor is never motionless for once, and that’s the very reason why all the servants love working for their young lord despite the relentless lives.
The Head Butler moves silently across the hallway, moving towards a room at the end of the hall. By using the knocker hung on the double doors, he knocks the door.
“Monsieur Masato.. Satoshi-sama is in the dining hall. Don’t you want to greet you friend ?” says the Head Butler right outside of the room.
All of a sudden, a small pop burst out from the inside of room, and the Head Butler knows his Young Master has exited the room. Hence, he steps away from the door without having to enter the room.
“Urm... I’m still waiting on my crepes. Hope you guys know that,” says Akira dully. Those words solely agitate the already panicked crowd, sending them rushing in and out of the hall.
“Satoshi-sama wants his crepes !” shouts a butler.
“Get him his drink !” shrieks the maid.
“Where are those diced tomatoes ?!” asks a young chef loudly.
“Where IS the crepes ?!” exclaims another butler.
“ARGH ! IT BURNT !” screams the chef.
“You’re not done yet ?!?” another butler cuts in.
“SATOSHI-SAMA NEEDS HIS CREPES !!” shouts the Head Chef.
In the thick of the frenzy, smug ideas come flowing like Nil River into Akira’s mind, causing the grin on his face widens by the second. He snaps his fingers; and the kitchen goes into chaotic mode : “PUT OUT THE FIRE ! PUT OUT THE FIRE !!”, “FETCH THE WATER !!”, “HURRY UP ! THE FIRE IS GETTING BIGGER !”, “SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING !!!!”.
Akira tries to keep his composure, but a small chortle comes out from the edge of his mouth, evoking his bodyguards to gawk at him. “That is certainly unnecessary, Wakasama,” says the butler standing on his right. Akira lets out his last laugh before he groans, he looks up at the butler with stern face.
He snaps his finger again, and the noises in the kitchen cease all at one. “I am only lending a helping hand. What’s the big deal ?” he retorts. His eyes catch a sight of a shiny tableware set placed in front of him. He grabs the fork, twirling it on the table; when abruptly the fork refuses to spin. “What the hell.. ?” Akira’s confounded.
“You really shouldn’t bully my chefs, you know... “
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| He snaps his fingers; and the kitchen goes into chaotic mode |
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