Tatsuki Arisawa's Glowing Cuisine

Karakura Town?

This name sounds so familiar.

As one of the few places with significant spiritual energy in the World of the Living, even Dōsan has descended here many times.

But you're telling me this is Karakura Town?

My impression of Karakura Town is of a bunch of dilapidated little houses, mostly in a style similar to Seireitei.

But now Karakura Town is full of high-rise buildings, and pedestrians and vehicles come and go in an endless stream.

Is this Karakura Town of the future?

Therefore, it is Tatsuki Arisawa that he possesses cyborg-like strength.

Tatsuki felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze, yet also a touch of curiosity. "You... you haven't really lost your memory, have you?"

"Just accept that as true."

I don't understand what Dang means.

Although he was a bit sharp-tongued, Tatsuki Arisawa still took Dōsan back to his home.

"This is my training room, temporarily serving as your room. Also, I'm a champion in various boxing and karate disciplines, so don't try anything funny in front of me."

Tatsuki, barefoot, stood in front of Dōsan, tossing his short hair, looking dashing and heroic.

Dōsan wasn't angry. He pointed to the certificate next to him: "National Women's Taekwondo Championship Runner-up".

"I was sick that day. There are too many champions; only the runner-up certificate is worth keeping."

Dōsan felt that Tatsuki wasn't exaggerating; no wonder he had the strength of a cyborg. If he was the national champion, it would be somewhat understandable.

"Miss Tatsuki, I'd like to ask you something."

Just call me Tatsuki.

"Tatsuki, do you know Kūkaku Shiba, Ganju Shiba, or someone named Soi Fon?"

Tatsuki shook his head. "I don't know him, I've never even heard of him."

Dōsan frowned, observing the relationship between the two, and then, with extremely slow, bolding, announced a few more names, "Rangiku Matsumoto, Isshin Shiba?"

Tatsuki shook his head again.

Why then is there a causal link between the two?

"Then, Tatsuki, could you ask Orihime if she knows these people?"

"Okay, but Orihime probably doesn't know her either." Her social circle almost completely overlapped with Orihime's, so if Orihime knew someone like that, there's no reason why she wouldn't have heard of her.

"Okay, you should rest now. I'm going out to buy groceries. What would you like to eat?"

Sensing the change in Dōsan's emotions, Tatsuki's tone softened as well.

Dōsan shook his head. "Sorry, I don't have any money."

"It doesn't matter. Don't let my slightly shabby house fool you; I'm still quite wealthy."

Tatsuki showed off her biceps; as a national champion, she had a lot of prize money.

Tatsuki closed the door and gave Dōsan a lukewarm smile.

But Dōsan was still tense and couldn't relax. He was worried that he might cause some kind of trouble for Tatsuki.

"Don't make me sound like a pervert, okay?"

Karakura Town, at Ichigo Kurosaki's house, Ichigo Kurosaki, with his orange hair, angrily confronts his family to prove himself.

The idea of a woman hiding in a closet is simply nonexistent.

The father and his two daughters completely ignored Ichigo's attempts to prove his innocence, their eyes fixed on the frail girl behind Kurosaki.

Rukia was completely bewildered.

While I was diligently attending classes at the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, several inexplicable streams of Spiritual Pressure began to ache in the distance, prompting teachers and students to evacuate.

He was taking refuge just fine when a big shot from the Thirteenth Division, Dōsan Hanyū, suddenly decided to take Renji away. He had only asked Renji a few words of concern, and now he was being taken away by that big shot too.

Then, when I woke up again, I found myself in a small, cramped closet, still wearing my pajamas.

Wearing pajamas was bad enough, but her Spiritual Pressure was already weak, and now it felt completely empty. How was she going to pass her final exams this year?

What's going on here?

Isshin Kurosaki turned his head and looked at Ichigo Kurosaki with a proud expression that said, "He's worthy of being my son." His two younger sisters, Karin Kurosaki, remained calm and had an expression that seemed perfectly natural.

Yuzu Kurosaki's mouth is shaped like an "o", and her eyes seem to be glowing.

Ichigo tiptoed up to Rukia Kuchiki and growled in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you not to come out?"

How am I supposed to reply to that?

Rukia was confused and wanted to explain, but she was completely bewildered as Ichigo tucked her under his arm and led her to the room. Rukia aside like he was stuffing clothes into a closet, and then slammed the closet door shut.

"Don't come out again."

Rukia: (?? vдv??)

Tatsuki Arisawa's family.

Next to Tatsuki was a cookbook. Following the instructions, he poured all the ingredients he had bought into the pot and stirred them back and forth with a spatula.

Doesn't that make him worthy of being a national champion?

The vegetables were stir-fried very evenly and at a very fast pace, truly demonstrating the skill of a top chef.

It's been over ten minutes, and I still haven't smelled the aroma the cookbook describes.

"Oh no, is my nose malfunctioning?!"

Dōsan looked at Tatsuki, who was questioning his sense of smell, with a serious expression. "You just forgot to fire."

"Oh, right." Tatsuki hurriedly turned on the stove. "The cookbook didn't say that, hehe."

Dōsan nodded perfunctorily. Although he had never read any cookbooks in the World of the Living, Dōsan believed that no cookbook would tell you to turn on the fire first when you were cooking.

The gas stove was lit, and the progress bar for this dish increased significantly. After another round of stir-frying, a pungent smell filled the pan.

If nothing unexpected happens, Dōsan believes that World of the Living cookbooks won't cover how to salvage a dish that's been overcooked.

However, Tatsuki is now very confident; she feels she has mastered the art of cooking.

"A spoonful of white sugar," Tatsuki muttered, following the recipe.

Dōsan's eyelids twitched.

"A spoonful of vinegar."

Dōsan's eyelid twitched again.

"Um, there's something I should remind you of." The dishes were already an eyesore, and the taste was strange too.

But Tatsuki remained confident; wasn't that how it always happened in cartoons?

The uglier the dish looks, the tastier it is; the more pungent the dish smells, the more delicious it tastes.

You might even find a golden glint inside if you peel back the food!

The golden light is definitely gone, but after eating this dish, you might even see a black light, let alone a golden one.

"You added salt instead of sugar to that spoonful of sugar, and oil instead of vinegar to that spoonful of vinegar."