Strangely enough, Amaterasu could cook, and she was extremely good at it. For eons, she had learned to cook by practice, having picked up skills and techniques from billions of worlds. Countless worlds, races, countries, and kingdoms from all development stages have all enjoyed the blessing of the stars, and Amaterasu had carefully observed them all. From a caveman grilling a large and tough piece of meat on open flames while spicing it with wild herbs and fruits to a scientifically advanced two-headed half-demon cooking with instruments that would make Arad's head spin.
"What's this soup?" Arad asked as the bowl in front of him looked to contain only clear water. The bowl was white, so Arad could see the bottom, and even with his terrifying eyes, he couldn't see a single speck of impurities.
