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Senzaemon Nakiri's gaze lingered on Renz's face. It was an intensely penetrating stare, scrutinizing him up and down, as if trying to discern sothing from his expression. However, Renz's face revealed no emotions, remaining incredibly calm, as if he held no expectation for the upcoming Shokugeki. Yet, since he had humbly stated that his goal was to learn, he should have been filled with eager anticipation for this Shokugeki.
This led Senzaemon Nakiri to believe that things weren't as simple as they seed. In Renz's eyes, he saw no fear; from his upright posture, he perceived a confident assurance. No anticipation for the outco of the match, yet full of confident assurance.
Does he think he's sure to win? Senzaemon Nakiri pondered.
"Have you thought it through?" Senzaemon Nakiri asked again.
Renz nodded slightly.
"Although it's against the rules, this old man appreciates energetic young people. In that case, for every individual match, you will represent your own faction. So, for the team match, who do you choose as your culinary partner?" Senzaemon Nakiri said in a deep voice.
Renz answered directly, "For the team match, I choose Erina as my culinary partner."
The best partner is always the most familiar one. If Erina were his culinary partner, it would be difficult for either Totsuki Academy or the international student team to win against them in a team Shokugeki.
"Erina?" Senzaemon Nakiri squinted slightly. This young man was quite clever. Although Erina was only ranked tenth among the current Totsuki Elite Ten, her potential and skill level suggested she shouldn't be at that rank. Especially with the blessing of the "God's Tongue," her true skill level was even higher.
On the Totsuki Academy side, Erina, who had been expressionless, now had a charming curve to her lips.
"Then it's settled. When the team Shokugeki begins, Erina will be with you, competing against the other two team Shokugeki," Senzaemon Nakiri did not refuse the request. In his eyes, this was also a culinary trial for Erina. Cooperating with a stranger in cooking and competing against others while getting used to the pace of the competition wasn't a bad idea. Besides, that little girl Erina had rather poor social skills, didn't she?
This specially invited guest seed to be one of the few people she had invited, reportedly having t during the last "God's Tongue" judging program. It was good; Erina should get to know more people so she could navigate the culinary world better in the future.
"The rules will follow the judge's scoring system. Two lecturers and this old man will serve as the judges for this competition, and our average score will be the final score for your dish."
"The highest score wins this round."
Senzaemon Nakiri briefly introduced the winning chanism of the competition. In front of the judge's table, there was a fixed spherical box containing countless slips of paper. For the culinary the selection, Senzaemon Nakiri would draw a slip of paper, and the words written on it would be the the.
The two lecturer judges accompanying Senzaemon Nakiri were Roland Chapelle and Jun Shiomi. Renz had t Roland Chapelle last ti. He hadn't expected Instructor Roland to be such a workaholic at Totsuki Academy; he was even forced to co here to serve as a judge for this friendly match organized by the Director. He saw Renz and gave a slight nod, a greeting, but his face still held that ticulous and stern expression.
The other lecturer judge, Jun Shiomi, Renz's biggest impression of her was that she was a "legal loli"; despite being 34 years old, her height, physique, and appearance were like that of a 16 or 17-year-old girl. His other impression was her high level of spice blending; many new chefs began their study of spices by reading Jun Shiomi's cookbooks.
"The first the is..." Senzaemon Nakiri said with a helpless expression as he drew the slip of paper: "French Cuisine."
This the was a given for Totsuki Academy and also a given for the international students. On Totsuki Academy's side, there was an expert in French cuisine, the current First Seat of Totsuki Academy, Eishi Tsukasa, a genius chef known as the "White Knight of the Dinner Table." He was a truly gifted chef. Even before graduating from Totsuki Academy and without participating in any competitions, he had already entered the top fifty rankings in the ESPN World Chef rankings.
This ranking score could be obtained in two ways: through competitions, and through nomination points from various gourt websites. Eishi Tsukasa had risen to this ranking purely through consistent nominations from various figures in the culinary world, based on these data. He hadn't even left the school gates, yet he had beco a globally acclaid celebrity chef, even considered a hot favorite to be the future number one in ESPN's world rankings, and a hopeful star with the potential to maintain that position after reaching the top. As long as he won any world championship, he would imdiately be crowned from an uncrowned king.
anwhile, Alice on the international student side, despite living in Denmark, was also quite skilled in French cuisine, as it was the most popular European cuisine abroad. At the very least, the international students wouldn't be unable to produce a decent French dish. Senzaemon Nakiri's biggest headache and concern was the third-party faction. It wasn't that Senzaemon Nakiri looked down on Renz, but people who specialized in Eastern cuisine rarely delved into Western cuisine. The reverse was also true. Mastering one field of cooking was already difficult, let alone Eastern and Western cuisines, which were two conceptualized fields.
The main culinary directions of the two sides had different fundantal philosophies.
Would he know how to make French cuisine? Senzaemon Nakiri wondered.
Erina had no such worries. French cuisine. Renz knew how to make it. French cuisine was the first cuisine Erina taught Renz, and one of Erina's favorite dishes was French cuisine. Renz, being a doting "daughter-slave," was incredibly skilled at making French cuisine.
"I'll take this challenge," Eishi Tsukasa said with a "disdainful" voice from beneath his flowing silver short hair. He didn't want to participate in this friendly match. It was aningless and a waste of ti. It served no purpose other than adding another win to his Shokugeki record. Finishing this already decided friendly match as soon as possible and then going back to rest—that was Eishi Tsukasa's most straightforward thought.
He slowly walked out from the Totsuki Academy lineup. With Totsuki Academy's First Seat stepping forward in the first round, the international student camp imdiately fell into disarray. The outco of this match, after Eishi Tsukasa's entry, had already lost its suspense for the international students.
To defeat Eishi Tsukasa, this year's First Seat and Totsuki Academy's strongest chef in recent years, and to do so by starting with his most proficient French cuisine, was a formidable task. A seemingly simple the had suddenly beco incredibly difficult.
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