While Soul Society was making a great show of its intensive preparations for war, in an ordinary restaurant in Tokyo in the World of the Living, a young man was quietly sampling the food.
His brow darkened.
"I'm definitely going to give this place the lowest rating."
Lu You swallowed the sticky rice in his mouth, its grains almost impossible to distinguish. Had Japan run out of rice? What had they done to it?
As a Gourmet Hunter, he was out searching for delicacies as usual today. He had picked a random restaurant to fill his stomach, never expecting to get such a hefty serving of this.
"Who opened this restaurant? No wonder there aren't any customers even now."
Lu You set down his chopsticks and surveyed his surroundings. It was a Japanese-style loft, furnished quite tastefully, but there was little sign of business. After all, the food was absolutely awful.
How should he put it?
Lu You considered himself someone with considerable endurance, yet the moment the food entered his mouth, he felt malice from the universe itself. An intense wave of nausea hit him, and his limiter immediately activated on its own, starting to make him adapt to the taste.
"Interesting. Could I speak to your chef, kid?"
He smiled and addressed a bespectacled boy at the front counter. The kid wore glasses and had an apple-shaped head. He seemed like the sort of character whose presence would drop to zero if he took off his glasses.
"Hey, hey, hey! You're thinking something really rude, aren't you?"
The boy noticed that look and could not help speaking up.
"Ahem. Of course not. Generally speaking, we don't mock extras."
"Exactly! It should obviously be the extra mocking the protagonist, then the protagonist suddenly revealing some incredible ability and putting