Offer blocks to the end times

"Is that so? We'll find out once we go in," Senju shrugged. It's true that the story flows better when you're watching from the outside. Once you get involved, the show feels a bit off. "By the way, Megumi, why don't you exchange cooking tips with Ram and Rem?"

"Huh? Me?" Tadokoro Megumi looked completely bewildered, then, following Senju's orders, she was escorted into the Polar Star Dormitory by two maids. "Wait, hey hey hey~"

"Wait, what are you guys doing?" Soma Yukihira asked, raising his hand. Senju shook his head. "Nothing, just going to discuss cooking. Let's go in too."

After shaking their heads and muttering a few words, the group still entered the Polar Star Dormitory. There, they saw a gentleman sitting inside, with a young man named Wenxu standing next to him, looking quite displeased. The atmosphere between the two was very cold.

About an hour ago, Azami Nakiri passed on the information of his subordinates to Eishi Tsukasa. He noticed that a small Q-like version of himself was slowly appearing in his badge. It also appeared on Eishi Tsukasa's body. Then they realized that this was a cooking spirit, which would only appear after one's cooking skills reached a certain level.

“It seems this is another masterpiece by Lord Senju,” Azami Nakiri touched the little sprite and then understood many things. “This can be considered a personal auxiliary system, like the intelligent AI that Lord Senju possesses. It seems that many things will be much more convenient now.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Tsukasa Eishi’s little sprite was running around carrying various miniature documents, looking very busy. When Azami Nakiri saw this, he frowned slightly. How did a perfectly good cooking sprite become an office assistant? However, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood up. “I’ve given you all the information. For the new world of cooking, Tsukasa, good luck. I have some things to do, so I have to go first.”

Then Azami Nakiri left and got into a car to Polar Star Dormitory. He had lived there for several years and was very familiar with the area. After getting out of the car, he looked around with a sigh and then went to knock on the door.

"Who is it? Coming right away!" A crisp voice came from inside the door after a while. Nakiri Azami frowned. Could it be...? Then he saw the door open, and a young woman was inside. "What is it? Ah, it's you, kid. What bad luck!"

"Who are you? Where is Granny Fumio? Is she dead?" Azami Nakiri frowned even more. This woman looked familiar, but she wasn't the one who should be here. He hadn't received any news of Granny Fumio's death either. Then he saw the young woman opposite him shout angrily, "Pah! Pah! Pah! Who are you cursing, you brat?! I am Fumio!"

"..." Nakiri Azami was speechless for a moment, then looked seriously at the woman opposite him. "Don't joke around."

"You're laughing. You must be Fumio's granddaughter. I never imagined you'd inherit the Polar Star Dormitory. It's been so many years, there's definitely been a lot of changes here."

"Nakamura! Open your eyes and look! I am Granny Fumio!" Fumio shouted unhappily. Even though she had regained her youthful appearance, there was no need to make such a fuss. She had just stepped out and saw someone cursing her, and it was Nakamura, whom she used to dislike. "What are you doing here? You haven't been here since graduation. What are you doing now?"

“I see,” Azami Nakiri’s little sprite whispered in his ear, and Azami finally understood everything. Then he looked at Fumio with some arrogance, “Grandma Fumio, you’re lucky to have tasted that person’s cooking. That’s why you’re like this now, isn’t it? But I didn’t come here specifically to see you. Where is Saibo’s son?”

Chapter 1550 Food War (Unofficial Version)

"Huh? Saiba's son?" Fumio looked at the man in front of him, whose original name was Nakamura Azami but had now changed it to Nakiri Azami, speechless. "Don't even mention his son. Saiba himself has only been here a few times. Nakamura, you've come to the wrong place!"

“Is that so? But I have received definite news. It seems that Granny Fumio doesn’t know the truth either,” Azami Nakiri smiled and then walked inside. “Then I’ll wait for him here.”

"Wait, you're not welcome here!" Fumio spread his arms to block the door, and Azami Nakiri stopped with a smile. "Fumio, don't you want to know who Saiba's son is?"

"Hmph, no, no," Wenxu waved his hand to shoo people away while thinking, then a thought flashed through his mind, "Could it be that brat?!"

"Oh, it seems Fumio thought of that," Nakiri Azami's eyes lit up. Sure enough, that person was right, Saiba's son was indeed here. Taking advantage of Fumio's momentary daze, he slipped inside. "Then, I'll wait for him here too!"

"Hmph, brat," although Fumio was a little annoyed, he didn't chase him away anymore. After waiting for a while, Nakiri Azami found that there was no tea left, so he took matters into his own hands and brewed a pot of tea. Then he waited leisurely.

I don't know how much time had passed, but it was after school when the door of the Polar Star Dormitory was suddenly pushed open. "Oh, Grandma Fumio, we're back. I heard a car outside. Did we have guests?"

"Hmm?" Seeing someone come in, Nakiri Azami just glanced at them and saw that there were three girls. He didn't react. He watched the girl in the middle being dragged away by the two girls while screaming. After all, this kind of situation was very common in Polar Star Dormitory. Back then, Shiomi Jun's screams were a famous sight in Polar Star Dormitory.

Then a group of people came in amidst the commotion outside. He immediately locked onto Yukihira Soma. Nakiri Azami had already done his research and knew who Yukihira Soma was. Now that he had seen him in person, he felt that both his temperament and appearance were very similar to Saiba Seiichiro (imagining). Especially after he learned about Yukihira Soma's behavior of provoking all the students when he entered the school, he was even more certain that this was Saiba-senpai's son!

"You're Yukihira Soma? I didn't realize your son was so grown up," Nakiri Azami said, looking Yukihira Soma up and down like an uncle. Yukihira Soma scratched his head. "Who are you? Are you here to see me? By the way, @＃, do you know him?"

"I don't know him," Senju shook his head decisively, having distorted his own presence. He was just there to watch the show, after all, this was the first contact between the protagonist and the (suspected) main villain. He eliminated most of his presence, so that others would think he was just an ordinary classmate.

Nakiri Azami glanced at Senju with a puzzled look, but unfortunately, all of Senju's spiritual senses were blocked, so he didn't notice anything amiss. Instead, he looked at Yukihira Soma with admiration, "I used to be a member of the Polar Star Dormitory, but I'm here to see you this time. I wonder how much you've learned from your senior? Let me test you."

"Hmm? Former members of the Polar Star Dormitory?" Everyone was surprised. Nakiri Azami nodded. "That's right. That was the golden age of the Polar Star Dormitory. Back then, under Saiba-senpai's leadership, you guys are now..."

As he spoke, Azami Nakiri shook his head dismissively, and Soma Yukihira immediately became displeased. "Even if you are a senior, you are not allowed to look down on us. I have never heard of any golden age in the past. I will be stronger than the people of the past!"

"As expected of Saiba-senpai's son," Nakiri Azami thought to himself, then pointed at the trash sitting there, "Then let's have an informal food battle. You can all join in. If you win, then you can talk big!"

"Tch, I'm enough on my own!" Yukihira Soma said with a displeased look. Fumio, who was standing to the side, gave a light reminder, "Yukihira kid, don't underestimate him. Nakamura was the third seat of the Elite Ten in his year. Nakamura, you'd better know when to stop."

"Don't worry, Granny Fumio, I won't go too far," Azami Nakiri said with a smile, adding in her mind, "After all, he's the son of a senior, I'll give him a little face!"

"This is the third seat?!" The surrounding classmates were shocked. This person was actually one of the Elite Ten?! And it looked like he was from many years ago. "Yukihira, are you okay?"

"Leave it to me with confidence!" Soma Yukihira said casually, then looked at Azami Nakiri seriously. "Then, senpai, please guide me."

"Oh, I've wanted to come with the Ten Heroes for a long time."

"It's a match! I never expected it to be against the Elite Ten, my seniors," Soma Yukihira muttered as they walked, while Azami Nakiri smiled broadly. "I also didn't expect the Polar Star Dormitory to be so weak right now, with only one seventh seat. You juniors need to step up your game!"

"So it's another case of friends making friends through cooking," Senju muttered to himself. But this was the main theme of the world. Even though Senju changed many details, he didn't change the theme of the world. But this suited his taste, so Senju quietly became a bystander.

Then the two went into the kitchen for a food battle, and the other classmates watched as well. After discussing for a while, the two decided to compete with 'eggs'. After thinking for a moment, they started to work quickly, and their superb handling skills impressed everyone.

"Your technique is quite skilled," Azami Nakiri nodded, watching Soma Yukihira's familiar knife-cutting technique. However, his own knife skills were even faster and better. Soma Yukihira chuckled and replied, "Well, it's alright. After all, I've been practicing for several years. But your knife skills are even better, senior. Let's exchange ideas sometime."

“Hehe,” Nakiri Azami chuckled without saying a word. The only one who can communicate with me is your father! His knife skills had improved from when he was seventeen to when he was twenty-five, and it seemed as if phantoms appeared on the cutting board.

Watching everything unfold, Senju silently grumbled. With knife skills like that, she could totally make her way in the martial arts world. Um, speaking of modern society, with the proliferation of firearms, even the strongest martial arts skills are useless. Is that why she switched careers to become a chef? Seriously, Senju's thoughts have gone a bit off track.

Aside from the two engaged in a culinary duel, Tadokoro Megumi, being dragged away, looked at the two maids, one in blue and one in red, and instinctively shrank back, staring at them with fear like a small animal. "What, what are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, it's just that our elders want us to learn cooking from you, so we'd like to exchange ideas," the two sisters said, putting their hands together and then separating to create a small world. "Please, there's plenty of time inside, let's learn slowly."

Chapter 1551 Victory or Defeat

"Wait, what's that?!" Looking at the black hole-like object in front of her, Tadokoro Megumi felt she should struggle a bit more. Rem explained softly, "That's a little world that my sister and I created. The flow of time inside is 1000 times faster than outside, but it doesn't consume real lifespan. You can think of it as a virtual game that's almost as close to reality as possible. Let's exchange cooking skills in there."

"A virtual game? Can I not go?" Tadokoro Megumi looked teary-eyed, while Rem looked at Ram and called out, "Sister."

“Alright,” Ram shook his head helplessly, then waved his hand, and Tadokoro Megumi’s house began to expand infinitely, with a fully equipped kitchen appearing around it. “Then let’s do it here.”

"Ah, so this is a dream," she murmured to herself. A glint flashed in the leaf in her hand. She slowly regained her composure, then hurriedly bowed. "Um, hello, I'm Tadokoro Megumi."

"I'm Rem, and this is my sister Ram," Rem introduced herself. Gradually, the two became acquainted. To be honest, their outward personalities were very gentle, but their core personalities were completely different.

However, after tasting a dish that Tadokoro Megumi had carefully prepared, Ram's gaze softened considerably. The girl's cooking reminded her of the long-lost taste of her mother's cooking, and now she understood why Senju had asked them to learn from this girl.

While they were studying here, the two of them were also cooking in the kitchen on the other side. Yukihira Hajime's Golden Fried Rice was truly an evolution of Yukihira-ryu. The golden fried rice seemed to be glowing, making people's mouths water. Nakiri Azami's dish was an egg salad, with a fried egg, surrounded by some bitter chrysanthemum and cherry tomatoes. The four colors of white, yellow, green and red were distinct, but the egg occupied the very center.

“Then please enjoy,” Azami Nakiri said, placing several salads on the ground. With a slight gesture, several students who had been watching immediately came over to try them. Then, another scene of clothes bursting apart occurred in the illusion, and the group found themselves standing on a planet called Egg, with the egg in the hands of a colossal giant named Azami Nakiri. “Welcome to the new world of cooking!”

"Phew," everyone opened their eyes and immediately finished the food. Senju nodded in agreement. As expected of the villain, his cooking skills were truly impressive. It was just that the will contained in the food was a bit comical, as it didn't shake Senju's resolve in the slightest.

“Next up is mine,” Soma Yukihira also served everyone fried rice. After taking a bite, the students' clothes popped open again, but then they frowned. There seemed to be a major problem between the eggs and the rice, a slight difference, as if the rice was tastier.

Senju was surprised. He could smell that the rice tasted more than half the same as the 'spirit rice' he had taken out last night. It was a pity that the eggs didn't match the deliciousness.

"Uncle wins!" After finishing their food, the classmates unanimously pointed at Azami Nakiri. Soma Yukihira paused for a moment, then tasted his fried rice. "I see. I was too engrossed in researching that kind of rice yesterday, and I didn't improve the eggs. This dish isn't perfect!"

"Yes, indeed. Your proportions are off. As the son of a senior, you're far from adequate," Azami Nakiri said reproachfully to Soma Yukihira, who nodded seriously.

Nodding, "That's right, both sides need to be combined, it can't just be an improvement on the rice. Hmm? You know my father?"

“Of course, your father was the strongest chef in the world,” Azami Nakiri said nostalgically. “Back then, you lived in Polar Star Dormitory, room 303. I remember it clearly. You were the strongest in the school back then, a true genius, a pioneer of delicious food, and a whole host of other titles. You even defeated a group of fifty people in a food battle and earned the title of Shura. I really miss those days.”

"What? Room 303 is Dad's old room? Was that Dad that strong?! Damn it, he didn't even tell me!" Yukihira Soma looked surprised. Nakiri Azami reached out and said, "If you don't believe me, contact your senior. It's been a long time since I've had a conversation with him."

"Shura? Could it be that man?!" Marui Zenji looked surprised, as if he had thought of something. The others around him looked over. "Who is that person? He sounds very powerful."

"Didn't you guys go and take a look at the Ten Masters of all time?" Marui Zenji pushed up his glasses, then looked down at everyone with disdain. "If I'm not mistaken, this gentleman is talking about the strongest chef of the 69th generation, the second seat among the Ten Masters, the super chef known as Shura, senior Saiba Seiichiro. By the way, the graduate with the highest score in the history of Totsuki Academy, and now the head chef of Totsuki Resort, senior Dojima Gin, was the first seat in that generation!"

"Dojima-senpai?!" Everyone was surprised. Yukihira Soma looked blank. "Who is that? But the first one is stronger than the second one, right? I didn't expect that old man would lose to someone else."

“How could Dojima Gin possibly be a match for Saiba-senpai?” Nakiri Azami said unhappily. “It’s just that senpai doesn’t like chores, which is why that guy Dojima Gin got first place. Alright, let’s call senpai. I have important news to tell him.”

"Is that so?" Soma Yukihira nodded, took out his phone and pressed a button. After a while, the call connected. "Hey, Yukihira, what's up in the middle of the night?!"

"You idiot dad, it's noon now!"

"You're the idiot! Time difference! You know what time difference is? I'm not in Japan right now. What's up? If you don't have enough money for living expenses, I'm out of here!"

"Hmph, those living expenses... But I've found a lot of great ingredients here, I'll definitely beat you next time."

"Oh, I'm really looking forward to it, but I'm going to sleep now. Maybe you still have hope in your dreams~"

"Damn it, don't underestimate me, this time I'll definitely..."

“Saiba-senpai,” seeing that the father and son had almost finished arguing, Azami Nakiri spoke up, “Could you come to Totsuki once? I’ve discovered a new world of cooking, and I hope to do it with you, senpai.”

"Ah, it's Nakamura. What are you doing with that brat?" The voice on the other end of the phone was quite casual. Nakiri Azami spoke respectfully, "We're at Polaris Dormitory right now. Something huge has happened here in January. Chefs from another world have come to the school. A new culinary world has opened up for us."

"Nakamura, you haven't been tricked, have you?" The person on the other end seemed speechless. Nakiri Azami shook his head, then opened the light screen. "No, senpai, I'll invite you right away, and you'll understand. A new world has arrived!"

Chapter 1552 Deduction

"Oh?" A questioning voice came from the other end, followed by a pause. Then, as if a demon had been unleashed, the voice became much deeper. "Looks like Nakamura, you've discovered something extraordinary. A new world, huh? Heh heh heh hahaha, how interesting! I'm going to take the test now. You guys wait for me over there!"

The call ended abruptly, and Azami Nakiri handed the phone back to Soma Yukihira. "Kid, good luck! We hope you can keep up with us. A new world of cooking awaits you!"

"???" Yukihira Soma looked puzzled, but then thought that his father would be here soon, so he could ask him later. Nakiri Azami smiled and left.

After the show ended, everyone went back to their rooms to study their cooking skills. Soma Yukihira sat in the kitchen, seriously thinking about the problems with his cooking. Then, Senju was left with nothing to do.

Looking to the side, Senju noticed that Ram and Rem were exchanging cooking tips with Tadokoro Megumi. The two even invited Tadokoro Megumi to their home to be their chef, but after a moment of panic, she declined, feeling that she still had too many shortcomings.

However, the two still followed her lead and learned from her. They felt that Tadokoro Megumi's true nature greatly helped their maid-like hearts.

After letting them study at their own pace, Senju, having been bored for a while, decided to explore the possibility of school reform. After all, he felt that the 'competition' at Nakiri Senzaemon's school was far too intense; if only a few dozen out of hundreds of people could graduate, it was hard to call this a school.

Of course, Azami Nakiri's teaching method won't work either. This is a culinary school, not a regular school. Equating the menu with the textbook is completely overthinking it. Even if it's a theorem or formula, people can use it to deduce various problems, but what can you deduce from an unchanging menu?

However, you don't know until you investigate. After investigating for a while, Senju finally understood why this was Japan's largest culinary academy: every student was a descendant of a leading figure in the culinary industry.

They are the second generation of chefs, and they come here to learn so that they can better inherit the family business. Other descendants who do not come here are considered to have 'given up'.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the fierce competition here that these second-generation students study so hard. However, among the people investigated by Qian Shou, their mood is very tense. The more tense they are, the less they can perform their culinary skills. Conversely, the more likely they are to drop out of school. And the more tense they are, the more likely they are to drop out. No wonder so many students have been expelled. The pressure here is just too great. I wonder how many students who could have become great chefs have been completely crushed.

For example, Senju had high hopes for Tadokoro Megumi. After some research, Senju discovered that this girl had almost been expelled from school. She was someone who could stand at the top of the culinary world in the future. Senju had no doubt about her potential. After all, she was the only chef he valued here. The others were just extras.

Thinking that resilience is also a kind of ability, he shook his head helplessly and looked at the data he had investigated. Thousand Hands idly sorted out the methods for school reform, mainly relying on the virtual simulation of the Spirit Computer.

After eliminating the competitive factors, it can be deduced that a few years later, rumors emerged that Totsuki graduates were too poor, the school's prestige was questioned, its ranking dropped, most students transferred schools, and Totsuki became an ordinary school.

The second attempt to introduce Azami Nakiri was met with cheers from most students and resistance from a small number of genius students. Two outcomes occurred: one was that the genius students were either subdued or expelled, turning the school into a rigid, template-based chef replication school that would then disrupt the entire culinary world before being defeated by the expelled student alliance in a Food War; the other outcome was that the genius students became the new Elite Ten through the Food War, defeated Azami Nakiri, and reversed the school rules.

Next came the combination of the two, resulting in various deductions. However, as the deductions progressed, the direction became increasingly clear: to maintain Totsuki's current reputation, there really had to be competition. Only those who emerged from this brutal competition were true geniuses, and it was these geniuses who surpassed ordinary people who maintained Totsuki's reputation in the world.

"So this is how it turns out? Most of the students are just nourishment and sacrifices to cultivate the monster called Totsuki. No wonder Senzaemon Nakiri is called the Demon King of Food," Senju muttered to himself. This is truly a good way to call a good school. As long as you don't meet the requirements, you'll be expelled. In the end, everyone will definitely be qualified.

Graduation is based on passing the exams. Look, all our graduates are exceptionally outstanding. You'll definitely become outstanding if you come to our school. As for those who aren't outstanding, well, they're not from our school anymore! This completely disregards the feelings of the majority of students.

Following Senju's thoughts, the Spirit Computer quickly provided a solution: a strategy combining an "advancement/rejection system" and a "fixed-enrollment class." The school was divided into an elementary and an advanced division. Students rarely dropped out of the elementary division, but the advanced division was the brutal battlefield. Those who failed the advanced division could return to the elementary division to try again. If they felt they had no hope, they could enter the fixed-enrollment class to learn specific recipes. It was a paradise for those who failed, but even after graduating, they wouldn't receive a Totsuki certificate.

After sending the document to Senzaemon Nakiri and the Elite Ten, instructing them to push for change, Senju began indulging in delicious food throughout the school. The recipients of the document seemed indifferent; the plan hadn't affected their lives at all. At most, it had just provided a haven for those losers, giving them a chance to lick their wounds.

Although they didn't care, under Thousand Hands' orders, the entire academy's management was mobilized, and various rumors spread. Many students were overjoyed, but the real geniuses didn't care about any of this. They felt that becoming a loser would be truly shameful.

"Hmm?" Senju, who was eating dessert and strolling around, saw a white-haired girl who looked like a relative of Tsukasa Eishi. Behind her was a schizophrenic boy suffering from sleep deprivation. This combination piqued Senju's interest. She took out her phone and casually snapped a picture, and then she knew who they were.

"Oh, it's actually Alice Nakiri. She's an expert in molecular gastronomy. Is she from the Nakiri family? But molecular gastronomy...is that the kind used to make nutritional pastes?" Senju shook her head slightly. These two sisters don't seem to have anything in common. One has a divine tongue, analyzing dishes based on intuition; the other follows the path of science, recombining substances to create dishes. Speaking of which, that requires very strict proportions. As for the other panda-eyed boy, named [Name Redacted], [Name Redacted]...

Chapter 1553 Fate

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"Oh well, it's cool, don't worry about it," Alice Nakiri said with an innocent and naive air. "It's only natural for a beauty like me to be photographed, right? Want a few more?"