Unqualified! (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

This World is ruled by the strong. The resistance of the weak will only be met with severe beatings from reality, whether they are human or non-human.

The boundary between life and death is often a matter of an instant.

Just like now, in a corner of the forest, a human is surrounded by a large group of wild boars.

A group of boars, entirely pink with crimson markings like magma on their backs, surrounded the examinee and pressed in, step by step.

The examinee clutched a treasure chest tightly in one hand and held a knife in the other.

Facing the charging, enraged boars, after hacking at them a few times and finding he couldn't even break their defenses, he chose to flee.

To an onlooker, the scene was somewhat comical.

"Don't these boars smell a little too fragrant...?" Su Wu stood in mid-air, clearly observing everything happening below with his sharp senses.

Had his sense of smell been optimized by Sukuna? A gourmand's sense of smell?

Otherwise, how could he smell roasted meat from dozens of meters away from the group of charging boars below?

And as they ran, the smell only grew stronger.

The examinee's running speed, however, gradually slowed. A dazed, entranced expression appeared on his face, and drool even dripped from the corner of his mouth, making him look somewhat foolish.

As his speed decreased, the group of boars crashed directly into him.

They sent him flying into the air. Before he could even land, the large, heavy boars leaped up with their stout, short legs, rising into the air as well. They landed on the examinee and then slammed back down to the ground.

Without even a scream, the examinee lost his life in a daze, the blood-stained treasure chest falling to the side.

A fair hand with two black rings on its wrist picked it up.

"So that's how it is, the scent on their bodies can confuse people's minds..." Su Wu said, holding the treasure chest and looking at the surrounding herd of boars.

Seeing another herd of bipedal creatures, the boars became restless, their hooves pawing the ground in a charging motion.

Their eyes were red, and their anger was high.

They smelled even more appetizing now.

Understood, they were trying to lure him in. Such considerate pigs.

"I'll kill one first to taste it. If it's good, I can raise them and slaughter them as needed." Su Wu lightly moved his index finger on the hand holding the treasure chest.

The closest boar was immediately sliced into dozens of pieces resembling pork chops.

The other boars, whose eyes had been red moments before, became much clearer-eyed after witnessing the brutal death of their companion. Their hooves stopped impatiently pawing the ground.

The man and the herd of pigs stared at each other for a moment, and then the boars turned and ran.

"I should be able to eat this directly, right?" Su Wu didn't chase after the boars, merely looking down at the clearly textured pork on the ground.

These pigs were truly well-behaved.

The meat was tender and pink, with a perfect balance of fat and lean. They even seemed to have roasted themselves, with the heat just right, about medium-rare.

One bite, and there were no extraneous flavors, only the taste of the meat itself and a hint of fruit sweetness?

These pigs were herbivores; they probably ate the grass and fruits in the forest.

This was the perfect ingredient!

Juicy, fatty, and it didn't get stuck in your teeth.

"I'll call them Roasted Fragrant Pigs," Su Wu decided happily after finishing the entire pig.

The name fit perfectly: pigs that smelled wonderfully roasted.

"Hmm, about seventy percent full," he estimated, rubbing his stomach.

It could be added to the recipe book; he could figure out a way to raise them.

He'd give the examiners Roasted Fragrant Pig for breakfast tomorrow, just sliced. He wouldn't even have to cook it himself.

Perfect.

The next morning, Su Wu arrived at the examiners' resting area carrying pork slices on a large lotus leaf (plucked from the head of a giant frog in a forest lake).

Along the way, he encountered many other examinees carrying things, acting mysteriously.

Less than half the night had passed, and the number of examinees hadn't significantly decreased.

Three examiners were already seated behind a long table, waiting to eat.

Dish after dish was placed on the table, met with exclamations of "Unsatisfactory."

"What is this you've made? Poison?"

"You didn't even clean the fish scales properly, and you didn't remove the innards. Do you think anyone would want to eat this?"

"What is this? All vegetarian? I don't see any sincerity from you at all."

"Are you an idiot? This mushroom clearly looks inedible!"

Su Wu confidently presented his roasted meat, only to receive the evaluation: "Completely unsatisfactory."

"Do you take us for beasts? You didn't do anything at all, you just cut open the Roasted Fragrant Pig."

"No sincerity, absolutely unqualified."

"Only a beast could eat something like this."

After tasting the food, the three examiners spoke with extremely critical tones.

The white-haired boy stood in place, head lowered, his expression unreadable.

His fingers, resting by his legs, twitched, lifting and falling.

Ah, hold back.

Can't kill the examiners.

His face darkened as he turned away, standing a short distance away to watch if anyone else would pass.

A man with vibrant red hair, after presenting his grilled fish, was, as expected, thoroughly berated.

"Disgusting, even a dog wouldn't eat the grilled fish you made," Bindo commented with a smile.

He seemed to know Hisoka.

His critique was even harsher than what he gave others.

Su Wu saw a strange, cold smile spread across Hisoka's face. His poker cards quivered in his hand, but in the end, he suppressed the urge to act, just like Su Wu himself.

A brother and sister with goat horns on their heads and strange clothing placed their food—a plate of various grasses—on the examiners' table.

"This grass is completely inedible!"

"Unqualified!"

Hutori slammed the table in anger, clearly infuriated.

But for these two non-humans, maybe they actually eat grass... After all, they have goat horns...

Su Wu inwardly evaluated the situation objectively.

The blonde-haired boy also brought his own creation before the examiners—a grilled fish.

"It smells pretty good..."

"And it tastes good too."

"There's a scent of apple, herbs, and mushrooms..."

"I stuffed apple slices, mushrooms, and herbs inside the fish, and I even used apple branches for the skewers..." the blonde boy with the bob cut shyly explained his method.

"You pass." The three examiners announced in unison.

So that's how it's done...

Many examinees showed expressions of joy and confidence.

"Don't even think about copying someone else's answers. If you bring us the same grilled fish next time, we'll still disqualify you," Hutori warned coldly.

These blunt words made many examinees abandon their plans to copy.

What difficult guys.

In just one morning, eighty percent of the examinees developed murderous intent, and the remaining ones were also greatly distressed.

The only one who received a passing grade, the blonde boy with the bob cut, had already become the target of many people's gazes.

They can't make it, but maybe someone else can?

As long as we capture that person, we can just make them cook for us, right?

Coincidentally, Su Wu had the same idea.

Sukuna had Uraume to serve him, and Gojo Satoru even had a dedicated attendant to hold an umbrella for him as a child.

It was perfectly reasonable for him, Gojo Sukuna, to find a cook.