"There are so many people, Trainer. Are they all here to compete?" Zoroark lay against the Food Truck's window, looking outside curiously. It had to be said that although it was raining in Cerulean City, and it was peak tourist season, plenty of people had still entered this cooking competition. Heath thought the prize of five hundred thousand League Coins was another very tempting reason. After all, for many people, five hundred thousand League Coins was no small sum. Even someone like Heath, who had no need for fame or fortune, felt a strong sense of honor in entering a cooking competition. He simply had little desire to enter; he needed nothing.
The corner of Heath's mouth twitched. He had originally wanted to say yes, but looking at what those people outside were wearing, he held back. He truly could not understand why anyone in this world would wear such bizarre clothes to a competition.
Those wearing chef's uniforms counted as perfectly normal. Heath also saw people dressed as anime characters coming to compete. One of them looked very much like Kakadong from the hit anime "Eye of the Wind," a ninja manga that, for some unknown reason, had been given a fantastical twist in this world. Still, Heath could tell at a glance which character this Kakadong was.
"So is this guy going to breathe out Fire Style to cook later?" Heath could not help commenting. These people really did dress bizarrely, but there were even stranger ones. Heath saw a man kneeling devoutly on the ground, worshipping a kitchen knife. The sight made him cover his face. He felt the organizers were absolutely right to weed out a batch of entrants first. Otherwise, if these oddballs made it up there, Heath thought the audience would start wondering what