Crackle, crackle.
No one knew what materials the hundreds of cybernetic implants in Adam's body were made of, but once gasoline was poured over him, he burned fiercely. The smell was not very pleasant, though—like especially cheap plastic slippers.
Thanks to Deadpool's constant influence as his cousin, Su Ming had built up an incredible resistance to bad smells. Not only could he stand beside the bonfire and smoke as though nothing was wrong, but he even had the mood to admire the projected sakura petals drifting down nearby.
Drinking, smoking, and admiring sakura could certainly inspire poetry. How could one admire sakura without reciting a poem? He was the Sorcerer Supreme, after all. A cultured man.
"Arasaka Tower's top floor, Adam the club with gasoline poured, what a damn fine smell."
After reciting his haiku, he savored it for a moment and found it unexpectedly good. He immediately took a huge swig of liquor as a reward for himself.
"Eek!"
Strangle admitted that it really was funny. Haiku had originally been meant as humorous poetry. Strictly speaking, it should not rhyme like that, and Arasaka Tower was somewhat unqualified as a seasonal word, but as long as its host liked it, that was enough.
Normal haiku followed a seventeen-syllable format. If they rhymed, they did not rhyme at the ends like this. Common seasonal words were usually scenery such as wind, flowers, snow, and moonlight. Seasonal words were like the pair needed to win a hand in mahjong.
Originally, haiku had been linked verses recited by court nobles during drinking parties in the Heian era. In truth, Japan had learned the customs of poetry and banquets from China, but after haiku developed further and anyone educated could recite a few lines, the choice of seasonal words became much broader.
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