Hirosho Horatami awoke from his nap, put on one of his Roju Robes, and headed for the courtroom. Two of the guards, that didn't even know why he payed for them, outside of his room accompanied him to the courtroom. The halls were barren and empty except for few Obans chatting. Hirosho Horatami was half way to the court room when he spotted an Oban eating several apples. Hirosho approached the Oban.
"Do you really need ten apples?.. *coughs* May I?"
The Oban quickly gave Hirosho an apple, but hirosho still stood there examining it.
"Apples.. Usually their synthetic.. but this one looks perfectly fresh and real. Is it not?"
The Oban nodded, and bowed.
Hirosho continued his walk to the courtroom while eating his apple. When he arrived, there were four guards at the entrance. One of them held out his hand in front of Hirosho's face, and he stopped short of opening the door. The guard looked at him, and his apple.
"No food in the courtroom. We try to keep it clean, sensai."
Hirosho scratched his head, and sighed.
"But.. this.. it's.. not synthetic. It's a real apple! When was the last time you had a real apple?"
The guard looked confused, then responded with fear in his voice.
