"I'm a doctor. It's perfectly normal for me to carry a scalpel, right?" A man in a white coat looked at the staff member before him with displeasure. Heath stood behind him with Farfetch'd, his mouth twitching at the sight. When he first saw the man in the white coat, Heath had assumed he was one of the medical staff at the competition. He hadn't expected him to be a contestant, much less one who wanted to bring a scalpel into the competition. That was certainly an eye-opener.
"Sir, for the sake of fairness, all contestants may only use the kitchen utensils provided by the organizers." The staff member was exasperated, but explained anyway. Only then did the man indignantly put his scalpel away. It was his favorite tool to cook with, and he hadn't expected to be barred from using it now. He also had a little ulterior motive: cooking with a scalpel would naturally be the easiest option, since this was a competition testing knife skills.
"If even a scalpel isn't allowed, doesn't that mean mine won't be allowed either?" a man behind Heath muttered. Heath turned to look. The man was carrying a machine labeled [Portable High-pressure Waterjet Cutter]. Heath's mouth twitched. Good grief, so a high-pressure waterjet cutter counts as a knife too? Then can I use Arceus as a knife?
Once the check-in process, with all its absurdities, was over, Farfetch'd was taken to the assessment area. Heath paused when they arrived, because today's examiner was actually the same person as yesterday. The examiner was smiling at him and Farfetch'd. Heath patted Farfetch'd on the head and offered some encouragement, then stood to one side to wait. He wanted to see what Farfetch'd planned to make today. After all, Farfetch'd clearly looked confident and prepared,