"Once I got used to the devil peppers of Bullfighting Country, so-called seven-spice chili was nothing worth mentioning..." Tojo finally finished mixing his rice. "I'm the kind of person who challenges himself. Lord Hijikata, can you do the same?" Toshiro Hijikata: "..." He had lost. Lost!
Though losing to a hentai like this did not really count as losing, the bastard had dared to mix devil peppers into his rice despite hating chili peppers with a passion. No matter how he looked at it, he had lost!
It was not just Toshiro Hijikata who had nothing to say—even the Kondo Group members drew sharp breaths. Perhaps this Tojo was not particularly powerful, but his determination to grow stronger was genuinely moving. Even they—although the Kondo Group's green pepper cooking differed from that of the outside world, most of them still complained about it!
Compared to Tojo, they had lost. Even the Vice-Chief... Gan'an Shinomiya was the same. Strength itself was not frightening; what was frightening was a heart that never stopped striving to become stronger. Tojo could endure something to this extent. It seemed he had underestimated the man. Perhaps he should not dock his pay after all?
"Of course..." As everyone pondered this, Tojo lifted the white rice covered in chili sauce. "This is merely my own opinion. Lord Hijikata may also take it as a joke... Hm?" Before he could finish, the sight before him left Tojo stunned.
"Urgh..." Some Kondo Group members who could no longer bear it began to retch. As Tojo spoke, Toshiro Hijikata had taken every bottle of mayonnaise from the table and poured it over his rice. "I thought no one besides me still used this method to train themselves." The Kondo Group members: "???" T-train himself?
Tojo's eyes widened. Wh-what was he