Though Taiyo was without a doubt experiencing the life, eating fine food and working his ass off for Derry. The sword monk currently was dining at a fine establishment with entertainment. The room was rather simple in layout, but made it incredibly effective in organization Taiyo had to admit. In the middle of the room was a group of Musicians, playing on an elongated stage due to the restaurant shape. The food here was delivered after taking orders, waiters and waitress' racing about to deliver their food.

Though Taiyo was tight on cash, he felt he deserved a little pick me up after all his training lately... which had been more than he had done in a decade. His power had grown nearly ten times his original power when he left the woods for the first time in so long. Now he could see the world was in danger, people needed help... and despite what it might seem like to most, like Taiyo was indulging himself like a glutton. The truth was far different, as the sword monk was in his own way training. He had burned a lot of energy training, he was feeling fatigued lately and was glad to be able to satisfy man's favorite craving. Food.

So as he sat in his stall, his own separate booth with people behind him and in front of him, Taiyo watched as the band got ready to begin playing. Taiyo's food hadn't been brought yet so he could only lean on one elbow to relax while he chuckled at the smaller string instrument band members nearly fall over while trying to get into his stool. The lights dimmed as they got ready to play. Taiyo watched as the lights then shone upon the band, their music they began to play was pretty awesome.

Taiyo couldn't help but bob his head to the beat, the group playing hard to different songs, the music making Taiyo forget he was even waiting for food which was surprising given how hungry he was. When his food arrived a pretty young miss delivered his food, Taiyo spending his time flirting with her while he listened to the music. His high playing into his actions and eventually he got her number. With his food delivered, good music, and a beautiful woman's number in his pocket. Taiyo bowed his head in thanks for his new clothing, his food, and for his fortune to be alive.

It wasn't till a pretty funky sounding sound came on, ominous as hell to the sword monk compared to their earlier enthusiastic performance. While he didn't question it, the human was certainly aware of the sudden change in sound. Though Taiyo had only seen them briefly, the sword monk could tell the lead singer of the band was faking it. Whether by pure chance or by factor of reasons he could not fathom, his band kept him on. He didn't judge, but he felt it dishonest to lie to folk. Continuing with his meal, the Sword monk tried to push such thoughts from his mind. Simply wishing to live in the moment.