"You've only known me for how long? Let me tell you, you can't judge people by appearances. Who says someone tall and skinny has to be a weakling?"
Hearing Minezaki's words, Seiya picked up a grilled skewer and started eating as he rolled his eyes and complained.
"But aren't you a chef? And Soma Yukihira said you all learned cooking from your parents since childhood, so why are you such a skilled fighter too?
Could it be that, aside from cooking, your mother also taught you some powerful martial arts... Right, you're from that mysterious Eastern country. It must be like that!"
Looking at Minezaki before him, Seiya saw that she seemed to have concocted another wild fantasy, excitement written all over her face. He could not even be bothered to tease her.
Who said a chef could not be strong? Was he not allowed to have a side gig?
"Seiya, how did you train in martial arts when you were little? Was it like on TV, where you punched wooden posts and stuff?
And are your family's martial arts forbidden from being taught to outsiders? If it's possible, could you teach me a move or two? Then when I go to the Gourmet World with you, I won't be completely dragging you down."
Though she was only eating grilled meat, after wolfing down several Mammoth Bear Meat skewers, Minezaki's face had turned as red as though she were drunk. She seemed unusually excited.
Seeing that Minezaki was in a state different from her usual "drugged" behavior, Seiya had not wanted to pay her any attention.
But when he saw Minezaki swinging her fists around drunkenly as if practicing martial arts, smashing a loose stone on the ground to pieces, both Seiya and Minezaki froze.
Minezaki: "(▽｀) Seiya, what was