"Transfer students like you could never surpass those who have endured three grueling years of middle school at Totsuki."
Hearing Erina's words, Soma Yukihira likewise revealed a confident smile. "I don't know how brutal your so-called internal advancement at Totsuki is, but don't look down on people, you arrogant woman!
Three years of middle school training? Don't get the wrong idea. Kids like Seiya and me, who grew up in family restaurants, had been picking up kitchen knives since we were three.
From prepping ingredients, knife skills, wok tossing, heat control, and other basic culinary techniques, all repeated day after day, to actual cooking—we had gone through at least ten years of it!
Have you ever fought in a kitchen for over ten hours a day? Have you ever stayed up for days on end researching new dishes and recipes?
Unlike you Totsuki people with all your flashy showmanship, we had over ten years of real-world experience. Those mere three years of school training you keep talking about don't even count as child's play in our eyes."
The Totsuki Culinary Academy she took such pride in had been mocked by Soma Yukihira, and Erina was undoubtedly furious. Yet though she wanted to retort, she could not find a single point to argue against.
The only thing she was curious about now was whether Soma Yukihira and the others had truly started wielding kitchen knives at the age of three and undergone all kinds of training since childhood.
Senzoemon Nakiri did not choose to interrupt the argument between Soma Yukihira and Erina.
As a towering figure in the culinary world, he could tell with one glance at Soma Yukihira's hands that the boy was not lying.
He was only fifteen, yet the thick calluses on his hands were not something someone