The "God's Tongue" passed down through the Nakiri bloodline is a gift from heaven, but also a curse from heaven.
Every chef who has obtained the God's Tongue ultimately ends up unable to eat anything, lying emaciated on a sickbed before breathing their last.
Now, at last, he could see hope for lifting this curse.
"Don't worry, Grandfather," Hayashi gently pinched Erina's ear, which was peeking out and had turned a shade of cherry pink, and said softly, "Even if it's just for Erina's sake, I'll do everything in my power to find a solution."
'Idiot—'
Erina lightly bit Hayashi's finger, then twisted her body to turn her back to her grandfather—please, facing him would surely invite teasing, right?
That's the last thing she wanted!
"Hmm..." Watching their interaction, the old man silently stroked his beard and said, "Hayashi, actually, our Nakiri Family does have a little privilege, so even if you don't wait until twenty years old, it's fine..."
"Ew—"
Erina let out a fierce yet adorable growl, her face flushed red as she turned her head to glare at her grandfather—What kind of nonsense are you spouting!? Are you just itching to see your granddaughter get snatched away!?
If the old man could read Erina's expression, he'd probably nod without batting an eye.
What, can't I want great-grandchildren?
Hmph!
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After resting in the Shokugeki world for two days, Hayashi took Erina to the world of Cooking Master Boy, arriving at the backyard of Kikkaro, which had gradually developed into a renowned grand restaurant in Sichuan.
"Tsk tsk tsk—" Hinako immediately began teasing as soon as the two appeared before her. "It's been so long! We thought you'd abandoned us in this world."
Hearing Hinako's words, Hayashi quickly waved his hands. "No, no, we'd never do that! Don't misunderstand—"
Hinako thought Hayashi had mistaken her tone for blame, but just as she was about to explain, he continued, "Littering hazardous waste is illegal—even if it's dumping it into another world—"
"I!＆@(!…"
Hinako nearly choked on her breath. She stared wide-eyed at Hayashi's innocent expression before clutching her chest in agony. "Aahhh, Shinomiya-senpai, look at this! Is this even human speech coming from Hayashi-sama!? Wuwuwu, my fragile heart has suffered irreparable trauma—"
Kōjirō Shinomiya adjusted his glasses, the lenses glinting coldly as he said impassively, "Hayashi-sama, I believe you're slightly mistaken—"
"Shinomiya-senpai—" Hinako whimpered tearfully.
"Hinako isn't hazardous waste—she's nuclear waste that causes pollution…"
"DIE ALREADY—!"
Hinako's expression twisted into something ferocious as she bravely launched an attack on Shinomiya, only to be ruthlessly subdued by his iron grip and merciless headlock.
"Here we go again—"
Rindō Kobayashi sighed, spreading her hands and shaking her head helplessly as she turned to Tsukasa Eishi beside her. "Hinako-senpai and Shinomiya-senpai are still as close as ever."
"Uuuuu—"
Hinako struggled to lift a finger at Rindō—Say that again? My brains are about to be squeezed out, and you call this 'close'!?
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After the commotion lasted a while longer, Hisako, unable to hold back any longer, dragged the female members to another part of the backyard, leaving only the male members—Hayashi, Gin, Jōichirō, and Shinomiya.
"Oh ho, just us men now." Jōichirō stroked his chin with a roguish grin, teasing Hayashi. "So, Hayashi, how's progress with Erina? What step have you reached?"
"Since when were you this nosy?" Hayashi shot him an exasperated look before shaking his head. "Wait, no—you've always been this nosy."
"Ha ha ha, since you know I'm curious, why not answer my question quickly?" Jōichirō laughed, winking at Hayashi as he said, "We're all very interested, you know!"
"'We'?" Hayashi looked around and noticed Gin, Sōma, Isshiki, and even Takumi sneaking glances in their direction—damn, so you guys have already been corrupted by Jōichirō and Gin, huh?
"Alright, out with it!" Gin urged. "You disappeared with Erina for a whole year and a half—a year and a half! Round it up, and you might as well have a kid by now!"
"What!?" Terunori Kuga exclaimed in shock from the side. "Young Master Hayashi and Erina already have a child?"
"Child? Where's the child?" The "Culinary King" looked around eagerly.
"What child?! Stop spreading baseless rumors, will you?" Hayashi smacked the table with a dark expression, gritting his teeth as he said, "Erina and I barely survived a year and a half of hellish training, damn it!"
"Hellish training?" xN
"To be precise, hellish martial arts training!" Hayashi planted his hands on his hips. "The world we went to this time was one with real martial arts!"
"Ooooh—" xN
This revelation sent the group into an even greater frenzy than before.
"What kind of martial arts?" Gin's eyes sparkled as he stared at Hayashi. "Is it Chinese Kung Fu?"
"Show us something!" Jōichirō somehow produced a brick out of nowhere, excitedly saying, "Like breaking it with your bare hands!"
"Can you fly? Jump dozens of meters in one leap?" The "Culinary King" was utterly fascinated.
Hayashi looked at the curious faces crowding around him and couldn't help but laugh helplessly, raising his hands in surrender. "Hold on, hold on! Everyone, calm down, okay? Let me explain it to you step by step—"
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Meanwhile, at the girls' gathering.
"Nee-hee-hee—" Rindō, adopting an exaggerated anime voice, straddled her chair and asked curiously, "Hisako, what's so urgent that you had to call us over in such a hurry?"
"Heh heh, of course it's something important." Hisako exchanged a glance with Erina, and the two stood up, walking to the center of the group. They spun in unison before asking, "Do you notice anything different about us?"
"?"
The women around them had big question marks popping up above their heads. Immediately tapping into their innate feminine "keen eye for details," they began scrutinizing Erina and Hisako from head to toe.
What's different, huh?
After observing for dozens of seconds, Hinako cautiously ventured, "Your figures seem... better?"
"!"
The remark was like a loli-transformation bomb detonating in the city center, instantly causing an uproar among the surrounding women—they quickly crowded around Erina and Hisako, examining them with microscopic precision.
Hmm, maybe, perhaps, it really does seem like they've improved?
"It's true!" Rindō shrieked. "I remember Hisako's chest wasn't this big before!"
"Ehehe—"
Hisako smugly puffed out her ample assets and said, "Oh my, you noticed!"
Her response undeniably confirmed the others' suspicions, so naturally, it triggered another round of gasps.
"What's going on, what's going on!?" Hinako eagerly pressed closer to the two, urging, "Spill it! Did you go to some world that magically improves your figure or something?"
Rindō deadpanned, "Inui-senpai, what are you even thinking? How could such an absurd world exist?"
"Exactly—" Yūki Yoshino waved her hands in exasperation. "What kind of nonsense is a 'figure-improving world' anyway? A beauty pageant dimension?"
It couldn't possibly be the opposite of a wholesome anime world, right? One where the World Tree periodically emits rays that enhance women's figures and skin globally, all for the sake of better male appreciation?
If such a world really exists, let me try it too (angry).
"But the thing is—" Hinako bit her nails in frustration, teary-eyed as she stared at Erina and Hisako. "Their figures did get better!"
"It's the result of our hard work," Erina sighed with a helpless smile. "The world we visited with Hayashi this time was one focused on martial arts training—"
After briefly explaining the setting of History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi, the women immediately lit up with excitement.
Though, while the men were thrilled by "Holy crap, martial arts? That's so freaking cool and badass!", the women were hyped for "Holy crap, it improves your figure? That's so freaking cool and badass!"
Hinako gazed at Erina with envy. "Erina-chan, what are your measurements now? Give us the details—"
"Mhm—" Rindō couldn't resist cupping her own chest. "Erina's figure must've surpassed mine by now, right?"
"Ahem—"
Flustered by their boldness, Erina coughed twice before reluctantly reciting a set of numbers—data she'd secretly obtained after dragging Hisako to the family hospital for a checkup upon returning home.
"Wh-what!?"
The moment Erina's stats were revealed, every woman present lost their composure.
"Th-this kind of data... can it really exist?"
"Unbelievable!?"
"This must be plastic surgery!? Erina, just tell us you got work done—that'd be more believable!"
"This is terrifying!"
The feeling was like coming home for summer vacation, smugly logging into your account with over a thousand ranked matches, barely scraping into Grandmaster with a 51% win rate, ready to show off in front of your fifth-grade cousin—only to find out they're the top 20 Challenger jungler you struggled to add as a friend.
This reality—I refuse to accept it!!!
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