Fist fighting and chef-cookin'!(mini-event)

(Time Section 1)

The festival...it is entirely new to the Bai as she wanders around with her eighth child in her arm. Though her children are already in the Shinigami Academy to train them to be like their grandmother, Shimura, her infant son was still too young to even leave the safety of his crib in Bai’s room. Fireworks going off, people scrambling for papers and metal discs no bigger than her hand. As a spirit, normal folks would simply phase through her without any problem, but if she was bumped by someone, she knows that the person is spiritually aware. Games, food, drinks, scandals and sex in the darkness behind the stalls, Bai suspected many things...except for the sex part; it is more of Bai’s imagination when festivities popped into her head. Bai looked around for tough-guys she would at least ask, but even if she finds one, he has to know she exists. Her last husband was a bastard who betrayed her while she was carrying his child. Bai managed to kill the guy with one-point-two-one jiggawatt of electricity by stray luck. Even luckier than her sisters would say since her eighth child is in her arms instead of fried with that many watts. It was Bai’s quick thinking that killed her last love and saved her unborn child.

(Baiseirei) “Awww~ So many punks...so many sexually dysfunctional jocks...why is that teen girl hanging around with a guy with a pride the size of an earthworm?”

While walking around, she criticizes many men who (as she described) wanna-be badasses. She spoke her mind out loud, though she is pretty sure most would not hear her over the chatters of loud-mouthed simpletons. Amazingly enough, her child was asleep while harmlessly snuggled in her right arm. Bai looked at her son and knows that she is a spirit and by being born from a spirit, he is a spirit like her, not human like his father. However, something remained locked away in Bai’s memory and suppressed away was something that Bai was not proud of and Misaiko, her sister was the only one who knew of that secret. Fortunately, that moment of deep thought was disrupted by the music playing in the air. She looked at the cooking contest because she is hungry for an obvious reason; she missed breakfast because of a scare that her eighth child gave her. Who are they that Bai see? One is a boy who is fumbling with his recipes and the other is a lean man with white hair in red calmly setting up his set of knives as they are attending a cooking contest. By the sight of it, Bai became interested. Never once she sees two Sugiura competing against each other outside her home dimension. The man in red is recognizable the moment Bai sets her eyes on him...Archer, the Nameless Hero who is older than her mother, Shimura. The boy...she has heard of him from Misaiko as Shirou; not much else is there to recognize him as compared to Archer.

Normally, she would charge at someone like Archer and tackle him because of her lusty favors for real tough guys, but she has her son cradled in her right arm, she wished not to hurt him in the process. So Bai walks to the cooking stall and she spy with her aquamarine eyes are two arrangements of specialized cooking utensils. Bai would be on top of stall to spy on the two cooks, but she could not risk dropping her son into a turkey pot of boiling water, so she stayed on the ground while she watch from Archer’s sideline.

Why?

She would hug him as he passes by without hurting her son.

However, she has to say it while waving to someone of Archer’s infamy from his sideline.

(Baiseirei) “Yohoo~ Archie~!”

It is in her nature to be perky to her fellow Sugiura. Though not as famous as her eldest sister, Misaiko, Bai was known to be the only descendant of Shimura who was not a wolf, just a cat...a bobcat to be more specific.