Recently, a legend has spread among chefs.
An invitation letter from the evil ghost.
According to the revelations of some chefs involved.
It is said that at midnight, a dark evil spirit will knock on the door of the room of the person who has received the invitation letter.
Have an unearthly fight with the person being challenged.
After eating food made by evil spirits, the energy and spirit will be taken away by him.
It was like having a dream, and when I woke up I forgot what happened during the match.
But before long, someone will come to them with the Shoji Pact and ask them to fulfill the treaty.
In a daze, he went from chef and owner to a part-time worker.
It makes many cooks shudder.
I am afraid that I will be the next person to receive an invitation from the evil spirit.
People call the evil ghost who keeps eating halberds - the halberd-eating ghost.
…
Momota Kento, male, 33 years old.
A professional cook who studied at Totsuki Academy, a culinary paradise.
Although he had no choice but to drop out of high school due to defeat at the hands of his peers in high school.
After returning home, he inherited the small restaurant at home. With the cooking skills he learned at Totsuki Academy, he defeated the chefs who were related to his father's generation and successfully merged their stores into his own name.
Became the owner and chef of a small or medium-sized restaurant.
It is also quite famous locally.
He received a black letter in the mailbox at his door.
[Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock, I will visit you and discuss your cooking skills with you.
Regardless of winning or losing, the results will not be communicated to others.
Please be prepared to eat halberds.
——An ordinary and studious cook. ]
Momota Kento looked at the black letter in his hand with a look of horror on his face.
Why……
Will the legendary halberd-eating ghost come to him? ! !
He is just an ordinary little boss and little chef!
He's not a particularly famous guy.
He quickly contacted the chef he knew.
Get information from them.
"The halberd-eating ghost...it is said that he looks like a young man..."
"But no one remembers what he really looked like."
"Never...never eat his food."
"There have been several cooks who became monks the next day after eating each other's cooking."
"The standard of fasting in the temple has improved."
Momota Kento:......
Isn't this... no useful news at all?
With this thought in mind, he began to research his own killer recipe.
absolute! I won’t lose to an inexplicable guy!
…
At the end of the business day, Momota Kento hung up the closing sign and closed the door of the restaurant as he watched the employees leave one by one.
A man was sitting in the restaurant, staring in the direction of the door.
From time to time, I look up at the clock on the wall.
When twelve o'clock arrived, there was a knock on the door on time.
"Dong - dong dong"
"Go forward." Momota Kento sat upright and said in a low tone.
The door was opened from the outside.
Not the person he imagined.
But three.
The first person to enter the restaurant was a young man who looked young.
The black hair is slightly curly, and the right eye is wrapped with a bandage, revealing a kite-colored left eye, and there is some round baby fat on the fair face.
But he was wearing a black suit and a black coat on his shoulders.
"Good evening, Mr. Momota," he greeted with a friendly gesture.
The two men behind him nodded friendly when they saw this.
Among them, the blond and dark-skinned man was carrying large and small bags of ingredients.
Momota Kento looked at the three of them up and down.
The kid who took the lead looked too young, and he looked like a young man who never touched the spring water. The legendary Halberd-Eating Ghost couldn't be that guy.
The two men following him...
The blond man with dark skin was smiling and carrying the ingredients looked like a handyman, suitable for a waiter in a restaurant.
Therefore, the legendary halberd-eating ghost... is undoubtedly...
Momota Kento stared at the man with black hair and phoenix eyes.
"The halberd-eating ghost that has been causing a lot of trouble recently is you." He said solemnly.
Midorikawa Mu, a melon-eater: Huh?
"This... you may have misunderstood." He spoke softly and smiled helplessly.
"It's not you, could it be that kid? I will never believe it!" Momota Kento slammed the table and pointed at the young man in black who had already sat down beside him.
Tsushima Shuji raised his head innocently.
What does this have to do with me, who is innocent?
"Speaking of opponents..." Tsushima Shuji silently raised his hand.
"It's him." His eyes signaled Toru Amuro.
"We are just spectators..." Tsushima Shuji motioned for Midorikawa Mu to sit down with him.
"Ah, I am your opponent." Toru Amuro said, rolling up his sleeves to his arms.
"You?" Momota Kento looked suspicious.
With such a restless face, he turns out to be a guy who is quite famous for his cooking skills?
and……
"So it turns out that the Shokugeki no Ghost is not a real ghost." He looked at Toru Amuro and said.
"It's just a human pretty boy." He breathed a sigh of relief in a disdainful tone.
He's not afraid of things like this.
"Toru-kun is not a pretty boy. A pretty boy should be like me, right?" Shuji Tsushima raised his hand to retort, pointing proudly at his face.
"Toujun can only be a blackface," he said righteously.
Momota Kento:......
Toru Amuro: ...Thank you so much.
Who is the reason why he is in this situation now? ! !
He's not some willful brat!
Since returning from Nagato's house, he said that it was to organize and expand new business, and arranged one Shokugeki after another for him.
Although the picks are all at a level of strength that he can win.
but……
Don't think that I don't know that you are seeking revenge.
Toru Amuro rolled her eyes inwardly.
Selecting chefs with average abilities and a few small shops or medium-sized restaurants under their name, and then pretending to send them invitations to eat.
The time was chosen so that the other party could face the challenge alone, and the good-faced character of these people was carefully controlled.
No matter whether you win or lose, it will not be made public, how nice it is.
"Without further delay, let's start quickly." Momota Kento urged.
"I'm still in a hurry to go back to sleep." He sounded confident.
"In this case... I have no choice but to offend you." Amuro Toru said in the same confident tone.
Place the ingredients on the table one by one.
The two of them sat at a table, facing each other.
"Are these your ingredients?" Momota Kento looked at the ingredients on the table.
Tofu, fish, kelp...
Mediocre ingredients.
He proudly took out a piece of meat from under the table.
"This is 3A grade beef that I specially prepared for this meal."
"And..." He pulled out a bottle of sauce.
"Momota's secret sauce."
"Plus the other secret ingredients I prepared."
"You can't beat me with your ordinary ingredients." He smiled confidently.
Toru Amuro touched his chin, looked at the other party's ingredients, and then looked at his own.
"My tofu and fish are also carefully selected." His tone was gentle and confident.
"Hmph, let me teach you the insurmountable gap between ingredients." Momota Kento sneered.
"Then...sign this contract first." Tsushima Shuji handed the Shokuki Treaty contract to him.
"If you lose, the ownership of Momota Restaurant will belong to us. If we lose..." Shuji Tsushima stretched out his finger and pointed to one of the lines in the contract.
"Three billion yen or... other restaurants around you."
"It's all yours." The black-haired boy said with a smile.
Momota Kento's Adam's apple rolled.
"Really? I can choose whatever you want?" He said in a surprised tone.
"ah."
"Of course." Tsushima Shuji answered his question without hesitation, with a gentle smile.
His iris-colored eyes stared indifferently at the man who seemed to be jumping up with excitement.
The premise is... you can win.
This game has only one ending.
