Oden wouldn’t be oden…

If it wasn’t boiled!

You simply stood among the crowd, watching your dear friend Oden make a fool of himself as he danced through the Flower Capital, dressed in nothing but a loincloth. He chose not to tell the townspeople his reasons, sacrificing his pride to protect their lives and enduring their mockery for the sake of his plan.

Oden: “Wahahahaha!”

You saw it all…how he danced and begged for spare change, pouring everything he had into it. Being one of the few who knew the truth, It hurt to see him like this, but he told you not to interfere.