Brink examined the black eggs, curious. “And those are?” “Kuro-tamago. Eggs hard-boiled in the geothermal water of Mount Owakudani. They turn black from the mineralogy.” She lifted an egg with her chopsticks—a feat of dexterity that Brink admired—and placed it on his plate. “There’s a legend that eating one of these eggs,” Sakura said, placing an egg on her own plate and delicately breaking the shell, “will extend your life by seven years.”
