"It's around three or four in the afternoon now, and there's still some time before dinner. Why don't we talk about what everyone wants to eat?"
"Lord Torikaze, are you treating us again? Then I won't hold back. How about hot pot?"
Torikaze swept his gaze over the others again. "What about you all? What do you think?"
"I have no objections," Ōnoki said flatly.
"Neither do we."
Rasa and Mifune were not particularly concerned with food, so they did not care what they ate.
"Then it's hot pot tonight."
He left the work of calculating the rankings and analyzing the rankings of the other villages to his Intelligence Puppet. The thing could even handle office work, so counting votes would certainly be effortless for it.
Torikaze teleported back home and lay down in his rocking chair.
He immediately let out a long breath. "Whew, it's finally over. All that effort over the past year wasn't wasted."
There was no need to look at the top three. They were basically set in stone.
The vote Mifune had cast would not play a decisive role, because that group's performance had truly been rather average.
Torikaze had not sensed any improvement from them at all. If anything, they had regressed somewhat, so he did not hold much hope for them.
On the other hand, Aburame Tengen, whom he had been watching all along, had finally delivered something big in the final act.
He had become famous in one stroke, a dark horse in every sense of the word.
When Torikaze had reviewed the acts before, he had not shown this performance at all.
He had been holding back a trump card for today. Very nice. Torikaze was personally very satisfied.
The Akeibi Trio, the Minazuki Siblings, and Aburame Tengen were already certain