Shirou Avatars Thirty Million

Kuina nodded slightly, closed her eyes, and began to simulate combat scenarios in her mind.

After a long while.

"Please guide me!"

The hatted pirate hesitated for a few seconds, picked up the twin swords on the ground, thought for a moment, then threw one away, holding a single sword and looking at her.

He hadn't expected that after his pirate crew was destroyed, he would be reduced to a tool for sparring with a brat.

Wait, that brat with high status just now seemed to care a lot about this girl.

If he used her as a hostage, he might be able to escape.

As he thought this, a strong sense of hope surged in the hatted pirate's heart, and his gaze gradually became serious.

"I'm coming at you!"

Clang!

Blade met blade, and Kuina involuntarily took half a step back.

What strength!

Sensing that she couldn't win in a head-on confrontation, Kuina immediately changed her strategy, using her agile footwork to attack his left side.

"Brat! You're too green to beat me!"

The hatted pirate twisted his wrist and unleashed a horizontal slash.

Clang!

This time, although Kuina blocked the blade, she was forced to retreat several steps in succession.

"It looks like we won't be able to determine a winner in a short amount of time."

Shirou sat on a chair, leisurely watching the two sparring on the deck.

Seeing this, Zepp and a group of chefs came forward with platters, quickly filling the table.

Borsalino pulled out a chair, sat down beside them, and suggested with a smile:

"She's too young, why not send her to Navy Headquarters for some training?"

"There's no need. Real combat is the best teacher."

Shirou had also considered sending her to Navy Headquarters, as Borsalino suggested.

But upon careful consideration, even if she trained at Navy Headquarters for a few years, she would at most be at Smoker's level afterward.

Not weak, certainly, but in the grand scheme of the world, she wouldn't be enough.

Rather than that, it would be better to keep her by his side. Perhaps, at some point, an alter ego specializing in swordsmanship would appear in the space of white mist.

"Oh my... you almost won, what a shame." Borsalino said with a smile.

Two seconds ago, Kuina had thrust her sword towards the hatted pirate's eye socket, just one step away from victory.

But she had clearly hesitated, and in that instant, her opening was seized, causing her to lose a golden opportunity to win.

"It can't be helped. We can't expect a girl who has never traveled far from home to kill without any hesitation, can we?"

At this moment, Kuina dodged her opponent's blade with a strange posture, sliding behind him and stabbing his right arm.

Clang!

The sword fell to the ground. The hatted pirate clutched his right arm, enduring the pain, and lowered his head without a word.

"I win!"

Clap, clap...!

Shirou clapped a few times in succession and said with a smile:

"Not bad. Was that a sword technique just now?"

"It wasn't a sword technique," Kuina shook her head slightly. "I just suddenly thought that I could do that."

"Very good. Combat is about using your brain and attacking your opponent's weaknesses with your own advantages."

Shirou smiled, and with a thought, a bottle of medicine appeared out of thin air in his right hand. His gaze shifted to CP0.

"Feed this to him. Don't give him all of it, just one-fifth is enough."

"Understood."

CP0 immediately took the medicine, held down the hatted pirate's jaw, and poured one-fifth of it into him.

Feeling his arms gradually recover, the hatted pirate was filled with surprise and joy, but also more with fear and unease.

"Next, break his left leg."

"Understood."

"Kuina, he's stronger than you again this time. Want to try?"

"This..." Kuina showed a look of reluctance.

Shirou shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice:

"He's a pirate who commits all sorts of evil, a murderer who has killed countless people, his hands stained with blood. Among them, there might have been newborn babies, young newlywed women..."

The pirate with the hat seemed about to say something, but before he could finish, CP0 grabbed him by the neck, forcing him to swallow his words.

"I understand," Kuina's expression gradually firmed. She slowly walked up to the pirate with the hat and said softly, "I'm sorry, I'll give you a quick end. Please guide me!"

Kuina didn't mind fighting pirates with missing limbs, but she strongly opposed repeatedly abusing pirates.

Therefore, for the time that followed, these pirates became disposable sparring tools.

Chapter 68: Still So Fond of Gloating

Section 69: Chapter 68: Still So Fond of Gloating

Food Wars World.

"It's more magnificent than I imagined, but there aren't many people? I guess that's to be expected for a school built in two days."

Yukihira Soma stood before the wide-open gates of Zhengyang Academy, his expression subtle, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Could a school built in two days really attract anyone?

Through the gates, the school grounds were empty, giving a sense of holiday quietness.

"Sigh... My next three years are going to be wasted here."

Just then, a conversation gradually drifted from behind him:

"Why is this happening? Our school might not be famous, but it's not like it's suddenly going bankrupt, is it?"

"It's not bankruptcy, it's a merger."

"What's the difference? So annoying! I specifically chose this school because it was close to home, and now it's suddenly gone, and I have to commute all the way here."

"Huh...? This is the first time I've heard that. You chose this school because it was close to home?"

"Of course! If it weren't for being close to home, I would have gone to Totsuki long ago. How could I have gone to such an obscure little school?"

"That's nice. I only got into my previous school because I failed Totsuki's entrance exam. By the way, if you don't want to come here, shouldn't you be able to transfer to another school closer to home?"

"Do you think I don't want to? But the conditions at the new school are just too good. There's a huge scholarship for the top ten in culinary arts, and opportunities for overseas travel..."

Yukihira Soma stared blankly at the two girls, then quickly realized that other culinary schools had been merged into this one.

So that's why that guy wasn't worried about students and teachers.

However, he must have used some despicable method to force the other schools to merge here, right?

Noticing Yukihira Soma staring at her foolishly, the girl with long hair on the left stopped and teased, "Look what I found? A rare specimen."

"A rare specimen? What are you talking about?" the girl with glasses on the right asked in surprise.

"Hehe... A dummy. Isn't that rare?"

"Hmm... That is quite rare."

The distance between them was less than two meters, and the two girls were openly mocking him right in front of Yukihira Soma.

So, Yukihira Soma couldn't help but retort:

"Who are you calling a dummy? You're both stupid for coming to school to learn cooking. It's something anyone with hands can do!"

"Tch... So you're an outsider." The long-haired girl glanced at him dismissively and shook her head slightly. "This is troublesome. Not just anyone can be a chef. If you think you're a master chef just because you can stir-fry a few dishes, you should transfer out as soon as possible."

"Oh...? So, you think your culinary skills are very high?"

"I didn't say that, but I'm probably more than ten times better than you."

As she spoke, the long-haired girl deliberately made a gesture of ten with her hand.

"Is that so?" Yukihira Soma's lips curved upwards, and he said confidently, "Chefs should let their skills do the talking. Since you think you're ten times better than me, then let's have a cooking match!"

"Sure, but if I win, you have to tie my shoelaces for me every day for the next three years."

"Deal! Same conditions from my side."

"Boss, why am I the one who has to be the principal?"

In the Zhengyang Academy chairman's office, Minezaki Yaeko sat on the desk and asked curiously.

"What? You don't want to be it?" Shirou chuckled.

"It's not that, but it just feels a bit awkward."

"Do you know what a principal does?"

"Yes, I consulted several former principals yesterday and have a general understanding."

"Then try it out first. If you can't do it, I'll find someone else."

"Boss, can I ask a question?"

"Go ahead."

Minezaki Yaeko's face showed a hint of confusion, and she thought to herself:

Did it feel like after losing weight that day, Boss became a little gentler?

"Um... why establish Zhengyang Academy? If you wanted revenge, there should be more ways, right?"

"Revenge? What nonsense are you spouting?"

Shirou let out a cold laugh and said with a stern face:

"I'm doing this simply to pull Totsuki down from its pedestal."

"The world's number one culinary school, with graduates who are all super elites? Ridiculous."

"They cultivate students using a 'survival of the fittest' method, and beneath every graduate, there are the remains of countless failures."

"In the end, they are using their own methods to tell the world that being a chef is a game of talent. Those without talent are not qualified to be chefs."

"Whether it's the theory of talent or the theory of bloodline, these are the things I detest the most."

"From beginning to end, I only believe in one thing – the theory of hard work. Where there's a will, there's a way."

"So, I want to use my own method to tell the world that as long as you work hard, you will definitely succeed. If you haven't succeeded yet, it's just because your efforts aren't enough."

So that's what Boss was thinking!

Minezaki Yaeko looked at Shirou with shining eyes, thinking to herself:

So cool!

"Then... why did Boss go to such great lengths to recruit Yukihira Soma? According to Boss's philosophy, isn't he also a gifted person?"

"No, Yukihira Soma is not a gifted person at all; on the contrary, he is a firm believer in hard work."

Shirou shook his head slightly, negating her judgment.

Compared to Nakiri Erina's God Tongue, Hayama Ryō's extraordinary sense of smell, and Miyokura Akira's imitation ability, Yukihira Soma only possessed culinary experience honed through duels with his father since childhood, and a sharp mind.

Someone like Yukihira Soma could never be categorized under the theory of talent.