What on earth gave you the illusion that I would adapt to this world?—At first glance, those words sounded embarrassingly edgy, but on closer thought, Sogo Doma had single-handedly made Totsuki Tea House, the culinary powerhouse, establish a new festival. Regardless of why they had done so, just that alone...
Yukino Yukinoshita fell silent.
Yes, Sogo Doma had not adapted to this world. Instead, he had reshaped the world into something he liked. And then there was herself—she had clearly vowed to change the world, but what had she done? Nothing at all...
"Come to think of it..." Just as the young lady was about to question her entire life, Chika Fujiwara spoke up from the side. "Shokugeki is that thing, right? Where chefs wager everything..."
"Mm..." Hearing that, Erina Nakiri felt relieved—at last, someone understood what Shokugeki was without her having to explain it!
"Umm..." Unfortunately, Chika Fujiwara did not let her stay happy for long. "Actually, I've always been curious about something..."
"What is it?"
"If Shokugeki means wagering everything, does that make it gambling?"
The moment she said that, not only Erina Nakiri but even Alice Nakiri fell silent. "..."
What the hell did she mean, was it gambling? Why would anyone confuse sacred Shokugeki with gambling?
"It isn't..." Complaints aside, for the sake of Totsuki's reputation, Erina Nakiri had no choice but to explain, "To chefs, Shokugeki is like athletes participating in sporting competitions."
"But they have to wager everything..." Chika Fujiwara said. "Athletes don't have to wager everything when they compete..."
Erina Nakiri: "..."
That made so much sense that she had nothing to say.
"Tsk..." Fortunately, Alice Nakiri was there to help explain. "Would a world champion compete against a complete beginner?"
"I see..." Only then did Chika Fujiwara suddenly understand. "So the stakes