"Nakamura..." Though Takeuchi Seiga grumbled inwardly, his actions were honest enough. "We should get going..."
"..." None of them had any sense of fair play! Once again restrained by his own people, Azami Nakiri really wanted to say that. As someone in the culinary world, couldn't they use something other than force at the drop of a hat when problems arose!? Shouldn't the answer to a problem be: "A Shokugeki!"
"Hm?" Senzaemon Nakiri's gaze sharpened at those words. "Do you know what you're saying?"
"Of course I do..." Azami Nakiri said. "Though I don't want to settle my own family's affairs with a Shokugeki either, since neither of us can convince the other with words... we'll decide this the way chefs do..."
"Fine!" Before he could finish, Senzaemon Nakiri interrupted him. "If you lose, give up that foolish ambition of yours..."
After a brief pause, he added, "And you are never to set foot in Totsuki again!"
"No problem..." Azami Nakiri nodded. "If I win, hand Erina over to me..."
The moment those words came out, Erina Nakiri panicked again: O__O"...
Fortunately, Senzaemon Nakiri was equally decisive. "No..."
"What?" Azami Nakiri cut in as soon as he spoke. "Are you afraid of losing, Father?"
"Nakamura..." Senzaemon Nakiri narrowed his eyes. "Are you provoking me?"
It had to be said that the man worthy of the title Great Demon King was something else. With just a few words and gestures, he made everyone present feel the oppressive pressure of an impending storm.
"Do you think I am afraid of losing?"
"Nakamura, listen carefully. The reason I refuse your demand is not because I fear defeat, but because Erina is my granddaughter. She is a living person, not an object. Do you understand!?"
Erina Nakiri: "..."
Grand... Grandfather...
"Is that so?" Yet