"If I have the help of my fantasy training, then the win rate against Nene Kinokuni should increase significantly."
Mimasaka Subaru showed a slight smile on his face.
"In that case, I'll leave it to you."
Satou nodded and said.
"Hehe, it's fine, it's what I should do."
Mimasaka Subaru smiled faintly and said, "Wait for me for a moment."
"Understood."
Everyone nodded, feeling a hint of anticipation for Mimasaka Subaru.
A moment later, Mimasaka Subaru appeared before everyone, dressed in a Far Moon female school uniform, wearing round-rimmed glasses, with his long hair braided and a flower tucked into it.
"My name is Nene Kinokuni, from the ancient Kanda Soba Shop. Do you really think you can challenge me to a Shokugeki?"
Mimasaka Subaru pinched his voice, a hint of disdain on his face, bearing a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Nene Kinokuni.
Satou: "…"
Everyone: "…"
"Is this your so-called fantasy training?"
Satou asked.
"That's right. Previously, in order to deal with the Elite Ten, I specifically underwent fantasy training for them. Now, I should possess five to six tenths of Nene Kinokuni's skill."
Mimasaka Subaru nodded, his voice returning to normal, "Then, just treat me as Nene Kinokuni and have a match with me."
Satou: "…I understand."
Subsequently, Satou and Mimasaka Subaru began a Shokugeki with Soba as the theme.
Miyoko Hojo, Yukihira Soma, Tadokoro Megumi, and others served as temporary judges.
After three Shokugeki, Satou emerged victorious in all of them.
Mimasaka Subaru, gasping for breath, said, "I haven't done much simulated training for Nene, so right now I'm only at about half of her level. You need to understand that."
Evidently, such fantasy training was also very taxing on him.
"Understood, thank you."
Satou nodded.
These three Shokugeki were quite helpful to him; he was already starting to get some ideas.
"Hehe, it's nothing, I hope you win."
Mimasaka Subaru smiled indifferently.
After returning to the mansion.
"I heard you're going to have a Shokugeki with Senior Kinokuni?"
As soon as she returned, Erina Nakiri eagerly asked.
"Yes."
Satou nodded.
"I think you're a bit too impatient."
Erina Nakiri frowned and said, "With your current strength, it's still too early to challenge Senior Kinokuni, the Sixth Seat, especially in Soba. Senior Kinokuni, who comes from a prestigious family, is almost invincible in that regard."
"I think it's still worth a try."
Satou said.
"By the way, Erina, are we still competing tonight?"
He asked with a half-smile.
Erina Nakiri's cheeks immediately flushed, and she lowered her head, whispering, "Not today."
Satou looked at her shy expression and immediately nodded in understanding; girls always have those few inconvenient days each month.
"However, in the future, I will absolutely not lose to you!"
Erina Nakiri added.
Satou: "…Got it."
Although she said that every day, she would be defeated by him every day, and then, in her struggle, be carried into the bedroom by him.
The next day.
Just as he and Erina Nakiri arrived at the teaching building, Satou received a text message from the school.
"Your Shokugeki application with Nene Kinokuni of the second year has been approved by the Shokugeki Management Bureau. Please arrive at A Venue before 9 AM."
"You go first; I'll be there in a bit."
Erina Nakiri said.
"Understood."
Satou nodded, then went to the designated venue.
At this time, the venue was already filled with students.
"To actually choose to have a Shokugeki with Senior Kinokuni, he's simply courting death!"
"That's right, crush him completely!"
Many students shouted, cheering for Nene Kinokuni, especially the Soba Research Society.
Of course, the Rare Ingredients Research Society was not to be outdone. Tadokoro Megumi, Yuki Yoshino, and others came to help, holding flags and beating drums below the stage. And of course, there was their ally, the Molecular Gastronomy Research Society.
"Go, Satou! Let's dominate Far Moon together!"
Alice Nakiri shouted, then turned to her attendant behind her and said, displeased, "Ryo-kun, you shout a few words too!"
"Oh, go, Satou, you're the best!"
Ryo also shouted with a lack of enthusiasm, his eyes expressionless.
"The stakes of both parties have been approved by the Shokugeki Management Bureau. The theme is Soba. Now, the Shokugeki officially begins. Please, both contestants, take the stage!"
Kawashima Rei walked onto the stage and announced.
Satou and Nene Kinokuni then walked onto the stage.
"Next, please welcome the judges!"
As Kawashima Rei's voice fell, Senzaemon Nakiri, Gin Dojima, and Chapel walked to the judges' table.
When they saw these three, the students stirred again.
"The Gourmet Demon King has come in person again."
"Yes, as expected, he really thinks highly of that transfer student."
"Damn it, perhaps his relationship with Miss Erina has already received the Head Chef's personal approval?"
It was extremely rare for Senzaemon Nakiri to personally serve as a judge in school Shokugeki, and every time Satou had a Shokugeki, it attracted the Head Chef's attention, showing how much the Head Chef valued him.
This filled the students with jealousy.
"Then, let the Shokugeki officially begin."
Senzaemon Nakiri said indifferently.
"I want to see how formidable you are, the one who has gained the most fame recently and defeated Eizan."
Nene Kinokuni looked at Satou coldly with her red pupils, her tone frigid.
Then, the two began to work.
"I didn't expect the theme to be Soba?"
Gin Dojima's expression changed slightly, "If I remember correctly, the Kinokuni family has studied Soba cuisine for generations, and Nene Kinokuni has received strict family education since childhood, making her exceptional in this area. That child, Satou, will probably lose, right?"
"I believe he will bring us a surprise."
Senzaemon Nakiri said calmly.
Gin Dojima and Chapel both looked at him in surprise. Could the Head Chef's expectations for Satou really be that high?
Nene Kinokuni was kneading dough while also watching Satou, her heart filled with doubt.
She never expected that the other party would propose Soba as the theme. Did he have some secret weapon?
At this moment, Satou was concentrating on preparing his dish. For him, while he might not be able to match the opponent in Soba, the theme was Soba. Who said he had to make noodles?
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