"So, so hard."
"My mouth's starting to hurt."
"I can't do this anymore. If this keeps up, I won't be able to talk tomorrow."
"I can't eat it. There's just no way."
"..."
As it turned out,
Amamiya Natsuki's earlier explanation of the rules for eating wild animals hadn't been wrong.
The bigger and older a wild animal was, the worse it tasted.
Take the deer goose Secretary Chika had been dreaming about. After roasting it for ages, eating it was like chewing on rubber. It was impossible to bite through, absolutely impossible. It wasn't tender, juicy, or springy in the slightest.
Turkey was the same.
It was a Thanksgiving staple in the West. It looked huge and deliciously fatty, but nobody in China wanted to eat it.
Was it because it was too expensive?
Of course not.
Shine Muscat grapes used to cost over a hundred yuan per jin, and plenty of people still bought them.
The only reason nobody ate turkey was that it tasted awful.
Deer goose was like a super-plus version of turkey. You could imagine how terrible it tasted.
"I'm in despair. I've never eaten anything this awful." Fujiwara Chika gazed up at the sky. "Roasted spiders taste better."
Amamiya Natsuki quipped,
"I think roasted spiders taste better too."
Yukinoshita Hiyori: "Agreed."
Tsubame-senpai: "Absolutely."
"I'm done, I'm done." Fujiwara Chika finally gave in. "From now on, I'll just stick to roasted crab."
"..."
After dinner, everyone drank a coconut, washed up, and took turns keeping watch before going to rest.
The night passed without incident.
The next day.
When a faint glow appeared outside the cave, Amamiya Natsuki quietly got up and woke Hayasaka.
This Hayasaka had received professional spy training and was extremely alert. Amamiya Natsuki had only just approached her—not even touching her—and