"Shokugeki, shall we continue?"
"Continue!"
Sekiya Takashi wiped his sweat and put away his handkerchief.
He turned around to see Kasuga Shigeru and Kikuchi Musashi looking at him, their eyes clearly reflecting gravity.
No unnecessary words were exchanged.
However, within the heart of the antagonistic head, the initial confidence of certain victory undoubtedly showed signs of collapse.
Even Sekiya Takashi felt his own chances of winning were in freefall.
"Then, Mr. Sekiya, let's hurry up and get started."
Xia Yu went to wash his hands thoroughly, still wearing his apron, which he hadn't taken off.
While Sekiya Takashi was thinking, Xia Yu quietly waited.
He glanced at the dining table with its bowls and chopsticks, and the half-eaten 'Bamboo Grove Seven Sages Curry Tofu', the corners of his lips imperceptibly curling upward.
