Miyoko could feel a satisfied smile tugging at her lips when she saw Haru really start working on his cooking. This was what she was looking for, his true and unrestricted prowess in the Kitchen.
During their first class, she had outright demanded that he stay out of her way and he had, thus she had inversely robbed herself of any chance of seeing his cooking prowess. Add that to the fact they had separate classes after that, she had been itching to see what he could do.
Here she was, being a witness to the cooking skills that had made even the Divine Tongue of Erina Nakiri speechless.
His speed was praiseworthy as well as his consideration for the ingredients. He was handling the pots and cooking utensils with the utmost caution and care, as if making a single move would ruin the contents inside them.
She could clearly see that the meat he had brought was undoubtedly not on par with what Ikumi had brought to the table, but she had a feeling he would somehow enhance its flavor, at least that's what she gathered after seeing his face.
Absolute calmness and serenity surrounded his entire being, even though he still had his damn perverted smile on his sharp visage. She really needed to find a way to wipe that vulgar look off his face.
Looking around the auditorium, she could see stunned silence and awe as Haru got lost in his own world. The judges and lecturers of the academy were keenly observing his every move, as if scrutinizing simply to find a mistake or even a simple moment of hesitation.
The only thing that was currently bugging here more than anything was that his shirtless torso, subjected to the gradually heating atmosphere of the hall was starting to gleam from sweat and she could see more than a few female students and one judge move uncomfortably in their seats!
She couldn't really blame them if she was honest with herself, since she was feeling a little hot under the collar as well. If anyone was to blame for this, it was the blond! If he hadn't dared to come to the hall without wearing a shirt, then no one would have seen his muscular body underneath!
Turning her gaze towards the upper level of the giant hall, her eyes widened slightly when she witnessed a soft grin dancing on the Director's face. There was something going on that neither she nor the others had any idea of.
Why was the Director here? More importantly, why wasn't Haru being expelled for showing such vulgar behavior? Surely speaking like that would garner some sort of punishment if not outright expulsion.
Lastly, her gaze subconsciously moved towards her fellow purplette and a small frown appeared on her visage. The docile girl was smiling widely as she gazed at Haru's face, simply content on watching him cook without a care in the world.
"Time is up! The first contestant, please step forward and present your dish!"
"First off is Ikumi Mito!"
A lightly grinning Haru, once again seated on his work station, watched as the legendary Master of Meat walked up to the seated judges with a self-confident smile, three bowls peacefully placed in a large tray.
His thoughts were only on one topic which would decide the fate of his future career and those thoughts revolved around one thing… Those shorts looked quite good on her.
Coming back to a much boring topic at hand, the blond took a second to feel and smell the contents of the rice bowls.
Judging from the smell of the dish in her hands, the blond could only shake his head in disappointment and a hint of amusement when his assumptions were proven correct. The sheer aroma of the beef emitting from the rice bowl was already overwhelming the smell of the rice, in fact his inhumanly sensitive nose could barely pick up on the faint fragrance of garlic.
If he had trouble smelling the fragrances, there was no way the judge or the audience would be able to smell them.
He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he noticed the shape of the cooked beef. It was beautifully styled in the shape of a flower, perfectly bloomed and in maturity. He had to give her credit for being creative.
He did notice one thing that caught his interest above all else. While eating the beef, something magical happened right before his eyes. The female judge was suddenly enveloped by a swirling vortex of pink flowers, her kimono flapping sensuously around her and thus halfway exposing her goods to his sinful eyes!
He really needed to make sure if what he was seeing was true or not, his very life depended on that discovery!
"Next up is Haru Uzumaki!" Urara declared chirpily as Haru leaped off of his counter and dived for the tray of food. Right at that moment, something unexpected happened. An enormous torrent of clapping and cheers went through some of the male and female students as he walked up to the judges with a wide grin.
Guess, his followers and admirers were slowly but surely gaining members by the second.
"So Mr. Hunk er… I mean Mr. Uzumaki" Urara began with a stutter, inwardly cursing herself for slipping up. "What do you call your dish?"
"Now that I think about it, I really don't have a name for it," a massive sweat drop appeared on the hall. "But I guess you can call it my 'Something or Whatever' dish!"
"Umm … ok," she muttered without conviction, not knowing what to say after that. What kind of dish was it if it had no name?
"Gentlemen and milady, I guarantee that when you taste this perfection, you'll feel like having a continuous orgasm!" Haru proclaimed shamelessly, though low enough so only the judges could hear his voice.
The three judges, especially the president of the Japanese Restaurants, could feel their cheeks almost burning from embarrassment. Up on the balcony, Miyoko had some unexpected and impulsive craving to strangle Haru when she saw the rosy faces of the evaluators.
"I present to you my 'Something or Whatever' dish, perfectly cooked by yours truly!"
Opening the lid to the three bowls, the three judges peered into the bowl and blinked several times.
"Are you pulling our legs?" the Beef Critic, known as Yoshiki Bito, questioned with a scowl as he regarded the dish in puzzlement. While he had been tolerant of the boy's continuous lack of respect, he would not tolerate any disrespect when it came to cooking, especially when he was the judge.
"Relax, I am in no mood to pull your hairy leg." Haru countered with a flippant wave of his hand as he moved a little closer to the female judge, delightfully ignoring the man's growl. "If I had any desire of pulling someone's leg, I would do it to this beautiful flower!"
The female maiden blushed bright red when the blond reached forward and moved his hand through her bun styled hair with a grin, thus providing her with a full on display of his wide chest and gleaming abs before turning to the other glaring judges.
Though she was feeling quite lightheaded from seeing his sweaty chest up close, she still had the responsibility of judging the presented dish, thus she had to control herself.
Her fellow judges were right in their assumptions. The dish was nothing special, in fact the animosity shown towards the blond was due to the absence of meat in the dish. She could only see rice with vegetables mixed in and no sign of the main ingredient.
That fact alone could warrant expulsion.
"I believe the main ingredient was meat and I have yet to see anything even closely resembling meat in this dish!" the cap wearing man, also a famous TV show sponsor known as Natsunori, muttered through gritted teeth.
"Just eat the damn dish and you will find out!" Haru snapped harshly, causing the judges as well as some of the inattentive students among the audience to jump in surprise. They hadn't even tasted the dish and they were already finding faults in it? How rude.
"You do realize we can disqualify you right now for your rudeness?" the Beef Critic stated in a calm tone, interlacing his fingers in front of his face. "Not only is your cooking a far cry from Miss Mito's succulent meat dish, you also had the audacity to demand that we taste your subpar dish?"
Haru didn't even blink. "And you do realize that I can take away the dish from you and you would forever think about its succulent taste, its strong aroma and the explosive feel of spices swirling around in your mouth."
Natsunori gulped audibly as he thought about the sensation. The blond was right. Despite the dish appearing as bland as a dish could be, it emitted a strong aroma of richness which could only be achieved through thoroughly cooked meat.
"I t-think we should at least give it a try." the TV show sponsor chuckled nervously and reached for a pair of chopsticks.
Haru wasn't even paying the least bit of attention to the two reluctant male judges; too busy staring at a blushing Shigeno as she took a hearty bite from the rice. His eyes widened in perverse delight, a trail of blood dripped down his nose when he saw the scene from before, except much more appealing and erotic.
She was lying in a giant bowl of steamy hot rice, dressed in her birthday suit, writhing and squirming in erotic delight as the cooked vegetables danced around her in perfect harmony. Unfortunately, only a few grains of white rice were providing cover for her unmentionables.
That was totally and utterly a waste of beauty. He had never hated rice more than right now!
If that was awesome, what happened next only poured cold water over his definition of awesomeness. Delicate balls of tender meat emerged from the center of the bowl in a brilliant show of magnificence, shining a golden brown color from being subjected to the sizzling heat of oil.
The tender meatballs pounced on the lying maiden and proceeded to tickle her senses, causing the already blushing female president to moan and squirm as if having an orgasm.
Sadly, the Foodtopia vanished as soon as the woman gained control of her senses. What a shame! But he learned one thing; he found a new sense of motivation for cooking with that stunt alone.