| “ | If there's any feelings you want to get off your chest, I'll be here waiting for you. | ” |
Bio[]
A gentle and warm young man who is empathetic to even the slightest of emotions. He runs an eatery making only the most authentic Sakurajima oden. His shop and the oden he makes has the power to soothe people's hearts, attracting customers from all over. Even if it's an old wino in the middle of the night, Oden will listen patiently to all their troubles great and small, and offer sympathetic advice.
Food Introduction[]
Oden originates from Japan's Kanto region. It is a traditional dish widely loved throughout the whole of Asia, as well as a representative dish of Japanese cuisine. Today, restaurants with an "oden" sign hanging out front have the power to bring comfort into people's lives. When you're tired, just order up a bowl of oden and let its rich, flavorful broth and wide variety of ingredients warm you to your core with its simple goodness. It's a comfort food that everyone can enjoy.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
- Memory Shop
- Events
Associated Events
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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823 |
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 Attack
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19 |
 Defense
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12 |
 HP
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292 |
 Crit Rate
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425 |
 Crit Dmg
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451 |
 Atk Spd
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512 |
Skills[]
| Martial Instruction | Basic Skill | |
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Oden rushes up to the enemy and deals rapid, repeated attacks, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage to the nearest enemy, plus 36 (468) damage, while also giving himself a shield capable of absorbing 33 (429) points of damage, lasting 5 seconds. | |
| Dance of Delight | Energy Skill | |
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Oden starts dancing and points his broth ladle forward, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage to the nearest enemy, plus 193 (2509) extra damage, also reducing damage received for all allies by 20%, lasting 3 seconds, and dispelling any debuffs from all allies. | |
| Work Out | Auto | |
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The Food Soul's Freshness is increased by 10 (400) points. (+10 per level, up to a maximum of 400 points) | |
| All the Rage II | 1 Star | |
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Increases the Restaurant's customer flow by 12 (246)/hour. (+6 per level, up to a maximum of 246/hour) |   
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| Good Appetite II | 3 Stars | |
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Customers get a 6% (52%) chance to eat 1 extra portion. (+1% per level, up to a maximum of 52%) |
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| Famous Reputation II | 5 Stars | |
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Customers give 1 (6) extra fame point at the end of their meal. (+1 per level, up to a maximum of 6 points) |
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blue = lvl 1 red = max lvl
Voice Lines[]
| JP | CN | ||
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| Contract | Pleasure to meet you, Master Attendant. My name is Oden. I hope our meeting will bring you warmth. | ||
| Log In | Welcome home. Would you like something to eat? You can just put your coat there and have a rest. | ||
| Ice Arena | If the broth gets cold, it won't taste good. | ||
| Skills | Anomaly, unfit for this world. | ||
| Ascend | I feel my soul growing more at peace. | ||
| Fatigue | My spirit has not been pushed to the limits, but my body cannot go on... | ||
| Recovering | I'm much better. Don't worry. | ||
| Team Formation | I will resolve these troubles. You just stay home and await my return. | ||
| Knockout | My heart... isn't strong enough... | ||
| Notice | The food is ready. Have a seat. I'll go get some condiments. | ||
| Idle 1 | Quiet, lonely times will always make one think of sorrowful matters. | ||
| Idle 2 | Those compulsions and obsessions are all just passing emotions. No one should chase perfection. | ||
| Idle 3 | Do you want to set up a late-night stall at the home? There will always be someone who can't sleep, right? | ||
| Interaction 1 | What? Is something troubling you? Tell me about it. | ||
| Interaction 2 | Although alcohol can make people feel warm and cozy, drinking to excess isn't good. | ||
| Interaction 3 | All our joys and sorrows and emotions and desires-- they originate from the heart, yet they supersede it too. | ||
| Pledge | I am very willing, and very happy. From the first time I saw you, my heart has been astir, and now I'm certain that you're the safe harbor that I yearn for. Thank you for giving my soul, which was adrift in the darkness, a shore to rest upon. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | I enjoy mild, ordinary daily life, because that kind of life doesn't stir up excessive emotion. But being together with you, I've started to open up my mind a bit. | ||
| Intimacy 2 | Hungry? Great, I just made you something to eat. Hm? You ask, how did I know? Heh heh... I just like the way you look when you're eating. It makes me feel at peace. | ||
| Intimacy 3 | I want to know more about you, whether happy or sad. I want to get to the bottom of your heart, and also... to be by your side forever. | ||
| Victory | This way, no one will get hurt again. | ||
| Defeat | Am I... still not good enough? | ||
| Feeding | Thank you. You want a gift in return? How about I tell you a story? | ||
Skins
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| Winter Dispersed, Cool Summer Night Breeze | |||||||
Notes
- The heart (心, kokoro) he mentioned in his Knockout line refers to figurative heart (will, soul, mind, etc) and not the organ.
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【フードファンタジー】一周年おめでとう！
Food Fantasy PV - 1st Anniversary Event (JP Version)
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by MoonlightSelenia (Chapter I) & BasilCosmo (Chapter II, III, IV & V) and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. Oden Shop
The lights on the streets quietly went out one by one and the uproarious crowd of people started to scatter away.
The bell that chimes to tell people the time echoed through out the midnight, and the previously crowded streets becomes deserted and quiet in no time at all.
For people, this sound is like a greeting that tells them to have some rest, but for me, it's a signal to open my shop.
Opening the door, I set up the lanterns on either side of it.
And thus marks the start of a new day in my dining place.
Opening the shop after the sun sets and closing it when the sun rises is the way I do my business.
Night time is indeed quiet, but it's also pretty bothersome.
Night time makes it easy for people to unleash their negative emotions, to plunge into their carnal desires, instead of letting their mind to rest.
I understand the pain of letting oneself drown in such negative emotions. It's harder to recognize than physical pain, but the damage is far worse.
It's because I want to do something for those people, that I decided to open this shop.
It's not like I do it because I want money. I'm just thinking that we need to have place for people who said that they can't sleep at night to relax, and an appropriate place for people who want to vent out.
The shop curtains has been flipped aside a few times now, and customers keep entering into the shop one after another.
I greeted all of them and started preparing the dishes.
(It's all regular customers. No new face today.)
I'm pretty familiar with everyone here.
The young man sitting at the corner loves fried egg.
The girl with ponytail's favorite dish is this shop's signature miso soup.
The old man with unkempt hair would ask for two sticks of yakitori before making an order.
(Which means I know what they'll order.)
By the way, I also know their joy and sadness that they can't share with others.
That's why, I always lend my ears to their stories.
I listen to them without ever getting perplexed. If there's anything that I'm excellent at, I'd say that it's just something of that level.
"So, what happened to you? If you don't mind, I'm willing to listen, so how about you tell me about it?"
II. Father and Son
The wind chime on the noren curtain swayed gently, letting out a crisp, pleasant sound. Two unfamiliar guests stepped inside. I looked up with a smile to greet them.
"Welcome."
The young man’s outfit was flashy and extravagant, layered with chains and pendants that jingled at the slightest movement. His expression was impatient, and with that attire, he had the air of a rebellious youth—but there was no true hostility in his gaze.
The middle-aged man wore a slightly worn-out coat, its edges and sleeves faded from repeated washes, yet neatly pressed. He let out a deep sigh in the young man’s direction, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes etched with worry.
They seemed like an interesting father and son pair. And as if to confirm my guess—
“What do you want to eat?” The man turned to glance at the young man.
“Whatever.”
The young man rolled his eyes and looked away.
“Don’t talk to your father like that!”
“Heh.”
“……”
Sensing that an argument was about to break out between them, I stepped forward to ease the tension.
“Would you like to try the restaurant’s signature dish?”
“...Fine.”
Standing behind the counter, I prepared the meal while keeping an eye on the two of them. As expected, it wasn’t long before they started arguing in hushed voices.
“Stop lecturing me. I can take care of myself. If I don’t have enough money, I’ll earn it on my own. I don’t need your help.”
“How can you speak to me like this? Do you have any idea how much your father has struggled?”
“And I haven’t? Do you know how many nights I spent working just to get accepted into the Gloriville's Culinary Academy? That’s not enough to make you proud? Oh, right, you never cared about me in the first place.”
“You…”
“I don’t need anything from you anymore. Once I finish eating, I’m leaving. You can go back to spending your life buried in those moldy, useless manuscripts.”
“……”
A fight before parting—father and son unable to communicate peacefully. From their conversation, I picked up the information I needed and let out a quiet sigh.
Turning to the Food Soul beside me, I murmured, “I’ll leave this to you, Natto.”
“Mm.”
Natto walked over to their table and, after exchanging a few words, led the middle-aged man away for a while.
Now, in the corner of the restaurant, only the young man remained. With no one left to argue with, he fell silent, frustration evident in the way he ran a hand through his hair. Striding forward, I approached him.
As I said from the beginning—what I wish for is to give people a place where their hearts can find rest.
III. Preoccupation
"Here is our signature miso soup."
Placing the meal in front of the young man, I took a seat across from him.
"...? Thank you."
He accepted the tray, eyeing me hesitantly.
"Do you need something, boss?"
"I just happened to overhear a bit while cooking and thought I'd have a chat with you."
I answered naturally. The young man remained silent. I understood his reaction—no matter how intense an argument with family might be, most people don’t like exposing their troubles to a stranger. But that was fine. At his core, he wasn’t someone lacking manners. As long as I avoided prying too directly, he would respond.
"I heard you got into Gloriville's Culinary Academy? That’s a prestigious school—you must have worked really hard."
"Thanks."
He still wasn’t willing to say much.
"The journey to Gloriville is long, isn’t it?"
"...Yes."
"It must be expensive?"
"Yeah."
"Can your father afford it?"
"......"
Gradually, I steered the conversation where I wanted it to go.
The deeper the love, the stronger the resentment—bridging a divide between family members is never easy.
As long as anger lingers in a person's heart, no words can truly reach them. Not unless that anger is first dispelled. Forget about trying to make someone see reason in just a few sentences. Turning negative emotions into positive ones is difficult, but—
"It seems that with his capabilities, he’s not able to handle that burden."
—shifting from one negative emotion to another is far easier.
I didn’t need to know their full history. I already understood enough.
"So," I said, fixing my gaze on the young man as he abruptly looked up, speaking each word slowly and deliberately. "He’s just a useless man holding you back, isn’t he?"
He wouldn’t tolerate hearing his father insulted like that.
Clang—his chopsticks hit the table.
His frustration toward his father instantly turned into anger toward me.
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
He shot to his feet.
"Who are you calling useless?"
A divide between people is like a dam, holding back an ocean of love on the other side, refusing to let it flow. But when anger cracks the barrier in the name of defending another, even the smallest trickle can break the entire dam apart. The moment he started defending his father, love would override everything else. A faint smile tugged at my lips.
"I thought that’s how you saw him."
Then, letting my expression grow cold, I repeated his own words back to him in an emotionless tone. All it took was creating a situation outside the norm—forcing him to truly calm down.
"You said you’d leave right after eating, right?"
Softening my voice, I spoke gently.
"Gloriville is really far from Sakurajima."
"How many times a year can you make the trip back?"
"If you find work there after graduating, how often will you be able to return?"
"How much more time will you really have with your father?"
…
A divide built over years can’t be erased in mere moments. But when love outweighs resentment, none of the conflicts truly matter anymore. Hatred never listens to reason. Love doesn’t either.
Leaving the young man slumped in his chair, I quietly walked away—toward his father.
IV. Thank-You Gift
Returning to the cutting board, I no longer paid attention to the father and son. Instead, I focused entirely on cooking. I knew they would reconcile before the meal was over.
"All done?"
Natto, who was washing vegetables for me, asked without turning around.
"Yeah."
"How did you manage to resolve their conflict?"
"I simply reminded them of something more important than their grievances."
"Something more important?"
"I’ll explain it to you slowly."
I smiled as I answered.
"Alright."
Natto paused, as if suddenly remembering something. He wiped his hands on his apron and stopped what he was doing.
"I need to write this down! Let me grab some paper and a pen—wait for me!"
Outside, a rooster crowed, and the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon. It was time to close up shop. As I bid farewell to the now-reconciled father and son, I watched their departing figures. For a brief moment, memories flashed through my mind. Shaking my head, I turned and closed the door.
Life goes on. Time passed in its slow, unhurried way.
One early morning, as I was about to open the shop, I noticed a package sitting at the entrance.
"What’s that?" Natto asked curiously as I carried the cardboard box inside.
"Not sure..."
"Let me check." Natto helped me open the box, pulling out a letter and handing it to me.
"Dear Mr. Oden, you may not remember me, but I still wanted to send you a small gift as a token of my gratitude. Thank you so much for helping me mend my relationship with my father all those years ago. I have since brought him to Greillo with me, and our life together has been going well. Inside the box, I’ve included some of the recipes I’ve developed over the years, as well as a few research books. I hope you won’t find them lacking."
It was a short letter, quickly read. Natto looked up.
"Another thank-you gift... these seem to be coming more often lately."
"That’s a good sign, isn’t it?"
Smiling, I folded the letter neatly, pondering where to store the box.
V. Oden
The people of Sakurajima have developed a unique izakaya[1] culture when it comes to dining. At night, after work, people often head to izakayas for a few drinks, chatting with friends or even strangers, unwinding and washing away the fatigue of the day.
Nighttime is when izakayas are at their liveliest. However, very few izakayas remain open until midnight.
That was until a Food Soul named Oden appeared. He opened a small late-night shop in town, catering specifically to those who couldn't sleep through the night.
One late night, a Food Soul dressed in monk’s robes arrived at his shop. He called himself Natto. His reason for coming here was nothing extraordinary—he was a traveler who simply wanted to record people's stories. Or rather, it was his desire to hear these stories that had drawn him here in the first place.
The setting sun always carried the color of farewells. Natto focused on cleaning the shop, but on a nearby table, there were a few items that should have been stored in his room. Oden rubbed his eyes as he walked out, catching sight of the travel gear on the table.
"You're leaving?"
He was momentarily stunned but not surprised.
"Yeah."
Natto turned to look at Oden, his voice quiet as he answered, his hand unconsciously stopping as he wiped the window. Oden smiled and casually picked up a cloth.
"Do you like it here?"
"I do. The people here are kind, and their stories are warm."
"Warm, huh?"
"…Yeah. It must be because they’ve all found warmth here, from you, Oden."
A gentle, soft smile formed on Natto’s lips.
"Like a faint glow in the dark of night."
Before they knew it, the sky had darkened—just as it had on the night Natto first arrived. Oden picked up the mask on the table and carefully secured it on Natto’s face.
"Got any plans for what's next?"
Natto hesitated for a moment.
"…I’ll go to more places and hear more stories."
"Then, safe travels."
As the night deepened, it was time to open the shop. Oden slid open the door. As the wind chime rang, a clear, lively voice suddenly broke the quiet.
"Whoa—why’d you open the door so suddenly? You scared me!"
Startled, he looked up, locking eyes with the visitor. Oden’s mouth twitched instinctively. But the visitor simply beamed at him, grinning ear to ear.
"Hehe, I’m back!"
Notes
- ↑ A type of Japanese bar in which a variety of small, typically inexpensive, dishes and snacks are served to accompany the alcoholic drinks. (Definition from Oxford Languages)