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"In that case, I'll have someone arrange identities for you two to facilitate your movement on campus, and accommodations have already been prepared for you. As someone who isn't a professional, I won't offer any advice. If you need any investigation, you can always seek assistance from Yuanyue's staff."

I'm entrusting these matters here to you.

As he spoke, the white-haired old man sat on the sofa with his hands on his thighs and bowed slightly to Kerry and He Zhen.

"You're too kind." Seeing this gesture, Kazuma, whose genes had activated, also bowed in response while seated.

"I should have cooked for you two today, but I've been too busy to do so..."

After exchanging a few polite words, Senzaemon Nakiri left.

As soon as Kerry and Kazuma walked out of the meeting room, someone immediately brought them two nameplates.

Kazuma took the sign and looked at it.

"Eonchu Primary School, Pastry Cuisine Consultant."

Kerry casually picked up the remaining one from Kazuma and looked at it.

"First-year student at Totsuki High School, Head of Academic Affairs."

I thought they'd just give me any student role, but it turns out I'm a teacher.

Kerry took the sign and hung it around his neck.

This arrangement of identities seems to facilitate their access to various places. They can enter the cooking club as advisors, while they can enter the school hospital and male and female dormitories as deans of students.

Guided by the staff, the two arrived at their accommodation, which was fully equipped with all kinds of daily necessities, and even Totsuki Academy teacher uniforms and chef uniforms that fit their figures.

Twenty minutes later, Kazuma changed into a teacher's uniform, adjusted his name tag, and knocked on Kerry's door while carrying a thermos.

He noticed that Kerry seemed to have asked a staff member to bring him a guitar bag, and was adjusting the length of the strap while slinging the bag over his back.

"Huh? Kerry, you can play the guitar? But even if you can, you don't need to carry it around here, do you?"

"It's nothing, I just had them get me a fire axe and a chainsaw and I had nowhere to put them." Kerry weighed the guitar bag on his back and turned to look at Kazuma Sato.

"What are you doing?"

When Kerry asked him a question, Kazuma straightened his collar.

"Since we've accepted gifts from others, I think we should start investigating as soon as possible. Let's go take a walk around the teaching building first."

Kelley laughed.

"You, are you trying to show off in front of your students just because you were a student before and suddenly you have a teacher's identity?"

"Ahem! Director Kerry, please watch your words. As the newly appointed advisor of this school, how can I ignore the students' behavior during class?"

Kerry saw right through Kazuma's thoughts, but Kazuma remained unfazed, deciding to treat the trip as a vacation until he noticed something was amiss.

Kerry chuckled, tightened his guitar bag on his back, and followed him out.

It was morning, and the second class was in progress at this culinary academy, a place notorious for its intense competition where only 20% or even less of students actually graduated.

Kerry and Kazuma rode their small electric scooters to the location of the teaching building that the staff had indicated and began to explore each floor.

Kazuma originally wanted to use one of the headmaster's tricks to arrest one or two students who were daydreaming in class.

The result, however, greatly disappointed Kazuma.

Looking through the windows of each classroom, you can't find any students slacking off.

Students in the culinary theory class were all writing furiously while watching the teacher explain and practice on the podium, while students in the formal classes were mostly focused on their own workstations and wrestling with their dishes.

This awful school basically has all the theoretical classes in the junior high school section. Once you get to the senior high school section, the courses are almost entirely practical. If you fail five times or get the lowest grade in practical training, you'll be eliminated.

Under this system, even if there is no homework, students spend most of their free time learning to cook, fearing that they might be eliminated at any time.

A high-pressure atmosphere, comparable to that of the military, permeated every corner of this academy.

Only Kerry and Kazuma, the two outsiders, didn't seem to notice anything. They would occasionally stand outside certain classrooms and smell the aroma of food emanating from inside.

Kazuma even made walking down the corridor feel like a leader on an inspection tour, with his hands behind his back, holding a thermos, and pointing at everything he saw.

After scanning the junior high school area, the two of them didn't find anything unusual. However, what was very puzzling was that the first and second year students didn't even have classes in the same place. So, after discussing it, they decided to check it out separately.

Kerry is in charge of the first year of high school.

It was the season when the deep red cherry blossoms of the Kanhizakura were not yet fully faded, and the pinkish-white cherry blossoms of the Ishiwara were yet to bloom. Kerry strolled along the corridor of the high school, watching the blood-red cherry blossoms swaying outside the window.

He took a deep breath, carefully discerning whether any of the various spices in the air could whet his appetite.

Recalling the message spoken by Senzaemon Nakiri, he shook his head slightly.

"Although it's reasonable to deal with it urgently, the fact that he's gone so far as to ask for help means that he himself is aware that there might really be a problem at the school, but even so, he didn't shut down the school."

Is that old man hiding something from us?

As he walked with his head down, Kerry mentally reviewed the situation.

"Cough cough!"

But as he walked, Kerry heard a cough.

"Hey kid, are you stuck here because you got eliminated?"

Kerry looked up slightly and a man wearing glasses came into his view. The man seemed to have originally intended to block Kerry's way of drawing his attention, but Kerry was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost bumped into him, so he had to cough to remind him.

"Oh, it seems you don't recognize me. That's a shame. I'm Eizan Etsuya from the second year. If you have any questions about the future, feel free to talk to me."

The other person acted as if Kerry would know who he was as soon as he gave his name, and narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting for an exclamation.

Upon hearing the other person's name, Kerry seemed to remember that there was such a person in Food Wars!, who was the ninth seat of their Totsuki Elite Ten.

Kerry nodded.

"Hello, Ruishan Zhi, why are you wandering around outside instead of paying attention in class? Which class are you in? I'm going to give you a failing grade."

Ps:

Eizan Etsuya: Derived from the spirit of Food Wars!

Known as the alchemist of gastronomy, according to the other ten champions, if he were to properly hone his culinary skills, he might have the strength to surpass the first seat. However, he is more interested in using his status as a star contestant to build connections and establish a business empire.

To be honest, it seems more enjoyable to pay for meals than to cook for someone else.

Their specialty is developing better recipes for fast food restaurants and pre-made meals, making those restaurants more successful. However, they are also extremely profit-driven and stingy. 10

Chapter Fifty: A Master of Vision?!

what?

Eizan Etsu was also taken aback.

Because the Ten Outstanding Individuals have many business activities, they only need to pass the periodic assessments and do not need to attend regular classes.

For example, the famous Erina Nakiri often needs to participate in tasting events at various famous restaurants around the world.

Eizan Etsuya had originally planned to use this opportunity to develop his own network, but he never expected to encounter such a situation.

Students who have suffered setbacks at school are at a low point in their lives. With just a few words, they might gain a die-hard fan. And this is Totsuki Academy; they might just find a future heir to some century-old business or a rich young master from a major food supplier.

Unexpectedly, damn it, I think I ran into a teacher?

Eizan Etsu also took off his glasses, wiped them with a cloth, and checked Kerry's name tag.

No one in a place like Totsuki would dare to blatantly forge documents like that, so they quickly changed their tactics.

"I'm very sorry, teacher, I am one of the Elite Ten of Totsuki Academy. I am currently engaged in culinary research and development and there are no regular classes scheduled."

Kerry frowned.

"So what if you're one of the top ten? You need to have a good learning attitude. This won't do."

Now, let me test you: Where in Japan is there a shop that isn't a century-old establishment?

“Uh…” Upon hearing Kerry’s question, Eizan Etsu was also taken aback. Although he was confused as to why the exam had suddenly started, this question really stumped him. As a chef who was good at business, he couldn’t think of any place in Japan that didn’t have a century-old restaurant. After all, Japan did not experience a revolution and directly transitioned to the so-called modern society. Moreover, a lot of land is permanently privately owned, so century-old restaurants are really everywhere. He searched through a lot of information in his mind and still gave a tentative answer.

Is it Hokkaido?

"Of course it's Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Seriously, how did you learn culinary history?" Kerry scolded with a stern face.

Eizan Etsu was speechless. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't refute it, so he could only apologize repeatedly and then leave dejectedly.

He frowned when he reached a corner.

Something's not right. Totsuki Academy didn't seem to have a separate grade head before. Could it be that the previous incident escalated and attracted the school's attention? I need to go back and have a serious talk with my staff.

After putting on a show, Kerry walked around the school building again, but still found nothing. So, as agreed, he met Kazuma at the high school cafeteria.

As it is a culinary academy, the cafeteria is of an unusually large size, but there are hardly any students there; instead, there are more teachers from all grades.

Moreover, a few students would occasionally come in a hurry, buy some things at the food market next to the cafeteria and leave, or some would grab some seasonings and rice balls from the convenience store in front of the cafeteria and leave again in a hurry.

It seems that even during lunch break, these students are busy with their studies.

"How's it going? I haven't found anything on my end."

Kerry and Kazuma met at the cafeteria window. Kazuma seemed to have arrived earlier than Kerry and had even ordered his food at the cafeteria.

Kerry shook his head, indicating that he hadn't found anything on his side either.

They had a very good lunch. Since they had already visited the teaching building in the morning, the two of them split up again in the afternoon to search for the culinary research clubs that were located in various parts of the school.

As Kerry was driving his car around campus, clues unexpectedly came to him.

"Huff, huff!" Panting heavily, a girl with long black hair that covered her eyes blocked Kerry's way.

"Excuse me, is there something you need?" Kerry asked, looking at the strange girl with some confusion.

The girl in front of me was a little dirty and disheveled, with some twigs hanging on her clothes and mud on the tips of her shoes.

A head of unkempt black hair covered her face, making her look like Sadako crawling out of the television. Kerry could vaguely see that the other person had a pair of blood-red eyes.

"I am Nao Satsuka, a student from the 92nd class, and a member of the academy's security detail."

The girl first introduced herself, then looked around to make sure no one was there, before moving closer to Kerry and speaking softly.

"Teacher, I have something I want to talk to you about. Can we go over there and talk?"

The girl pointed to a small house not far away.

As the girl approached, Kerry didn't smell any body odor that seemed completely contrary to biological common sense. Instead, he smelled a slightly foul odor.

Even Kerry couldn't stand the smell and turned his face away.