> "In a world where fists determine destiny…
So do calories."
— The Blank One, mid-battle while holding a tempura skewer
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[System Lounge – Tournament Boardroom of Doom]
A giant bracket chart hovered in the air.
Each name glowed. Each line crackled with poorly budgeted animation.
MC (grimly):
> "The Tournament World has been corrupted.
It was supposed to be a classic fist-fueled arc.
Now?
It's being judged by elite interdimensional culinary critics.
Fight all you want—if your food isn't on point, you lose."
Kazuma:
> "Wait… this is Iron Chef but with punching?"
Deadpool:
> "Yes. And I'm bringing my flaming fruit roll-ups of death."
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[Location: Iron Fist Gourmet Arena – Battle Dome of Culinary Justice]
The arena was massive. Fighters flexed. Chefs cried.
Three terrifying judges sat on golden thrones:
1. The Michelin Ninja – speaks only in plating metaphors
2. Gordon Ramscream – a literal banshee who yells about raw chicken
3. Mama Yum-Yum – smiles sweetly, but eats souls if dessert disappoints
MC (whispering):
> "We win this, we fix the bracket and free this timeline.
We lose… and we're trapped in a filler arc with no reruns."
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[Round One: Buggy vs. Tsunade]
Buggy (screaming):
> "I cooked spaghetti! It's mostly string! I AM THE INGREDIENT!"
Tsunade (slamming a chakra-charged rice ball):
> "This ball has medicinal herbs, chakra infusion, and the tears of every budget I've managed!"
Judge Mama Yum-Yum (smiling):
> "Delicious. I'll devour your shame now."
Winner: Tsunade
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[Round Two: Deadpool + Rimuru Tag Team]
They served:
Chimichanga Sushi
Slime-Flavored Cotton Candy
"Explosive Taste" Firecracker Soup
Judge Ramscream:
> "WHAT IS THIS ABSURDITY?!"
Deadpool (bowing):
> "Exactly."
Result: Judges have no idea how to score it. They just cry.
Victory by confusion.
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[Final Round: MC vs. Shonen Chef Champion "Ryo Bakugo"]
The corrupted chef appeared. Fire in his eyes. Literal fire. His eyebrows sizzled.
> "I've infused every punch with five-star umami. My uppercut has truffle oil."
MC (calmly unsheathing a frying pan):
> "I made eggs. With emotion."
They fought.
Not with fists.
With cooking styles.
Punches seasoned.
Blocks buttered.
Throws sautéed.
At the end, MC plated a dish so perfectly average… it broke the illusion.
> "It's comfort food. Because not every battle needs spice."
The judges wept.
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[Mission Complete]
> +10 Talent Points
+4500 Coins
Reward:
Skill: "Plating Perfection (Lv.1)" – Any attack gains +10% presentation and emotional resonance if delivered stylishly.
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[Back in System Lounge – Exhausted and Greasy]
MC:
> "Alright.
No more chaos for now.
Take a break.
Go deal with your own worlds.
Clean up your messes.
Rebuild. Rest. Or cause localized chaos.
I'll call when the next storm brews."
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