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On the international student side, represented by Alice, the others felt discouraged when they saw Eishi Tsukasa step up. He wasn't on the same level as them. For anyone on their side, stepping up meant certain defeat. It was a minefield, an unwinnable one. For Eishi Tsukasa to engage in a Shokugeki with them, with "French cuisine" as the main theme, was akin to a professional battling amateurs; there was no chance of victory.

The best French cuisine chef among the international students, facing Eishi Tsukasa, could only hope to lose gracefully—not seeking victory, but merely avoiding utter humiliation. This was a challenge Eishi Tsukasa simply couldn't lose.

"I'll go," Ryo Kurokiba rubbed his dark circles and tied his red bandanna around his head. His usual lazy demeanor instantly turned wild. "Only by facing such a strong opponent can I feel the passion for cooking."

"No," Alice rejected Ryo Kurokiba's idea. Ryo Kurokiba specialized in seafood, not French cuisine. Even if he knew how to make French cuisine, his skill level was clearly insufficient. He would undoubtedly lose to Eishi Tsukasa. Losing a top-tier combatant for nothing would cripple the international student team.

"Then, young lady, are you going up?" Ryo Kurokiba hesitated. "You're not his opponent either, are you?"

Alice really wanted to punch Ryo Kurokiba. That guy didn't know how to speak. Yes, she, Alice, was not Eishi Tsukasa's opponent, but did he have to say it so directly?

"How could I not be his opponent?" Alice retorted. "It's just that I'm not good at French cuisine. In other cuisines, he's sure to lose."

"This match, let Ono-kun take it," Alice pointed to a dull-looking boy with black-rimmed glasses.

"Huh?!" Tai Ono was stunned. When gods fight, mortals suffer?

"Ono-kun specializes in French cuisine, right? I remember you mainly studied French cuisine," Alice said with a thoughtful expression.

"That's true," Tai Ono nodded. "But I can't possibly beat Eishi Tsukasa. You're just sending me up to lose."

"Tai Ono-kun, believe in yourself!" Alice patted Tai Ono's shoulder to comfort him. "There are few people on our side who can match your mastery of French cuisine."

"You are our best choice against Eishi Tsukasa."

"Go, go, go!" Alice pumped her fist, cheering him on.

The smile on her face seemed to inject a glimmer of strength into Tai Ono.

"If I lose, don't blame me," Tai Ono took a deep breath, scanning the others. With Alice's encouragement, he felt that he was indeed the one among them who was relatively better at French cuisine. Thinking of this, he raised his hand. He stepped forward.

"The international student's challenger is Tai Ono," the international students' team leader, a middle-aged European man, introduced him in rough Japanese.

Both individuals stood on the stage. Renz also came onto the stage.

Since there would be a team Shokugeki later, multiple cooking stations were set up in the center of the arena. As Renz voluntarily went on stage without indicating any intention to give up, Roland Chapelle and Senzaemon Nakiri probably understood that Renz likely knew how to make French cuisine. As long as he wasn't just being reckless, Senzaemon Nakiri was more concerned that this young man, in an act of bravado, would forcibly present an unrefined or beginner-level French dish. As an eater, Senzaemon Nakiri respected chefs; if it didn't taste good, he would still eat it. However, the other spectators watching this Shokugeki might unreservedly show their "scorn." After all, Renz had left a rather negative impression since his appearance.

He was somewhat unconventional, insisting on creating his own separate faction and participating in every Shokugeki. In the eyes of other young people, Renz might seem too arrogant, so they all wanted to see him perform poorly and would use boos to mock him when he made a fool of himself.

Never underestimate human malice, especially in Japanese society. Even if some people had no ill intentions initially, seeing others "bullying" might make them join in the heckling. Still worrying about this situation, someone in the audience stands already started shouting.

"Eishi Tsukasa, take them down!"

"Let's go!"

"You could cook with your feet and still win!"

This was the advantage of being on home turf. This was, after all, Totsuki Academy's gymnasium, and most of the spectators were Totsuki Academy students, so they generally supported their schoolmates. Hearing the cheers, encouragement, and jeers for others from the stage, Eishi Tsukasa frowned slightly, somewhat disgusted by the atmosphere. Cooking wasn't a monkey show; the cuisine he pursued was elegance and art, at the top of the appreciation chain.

Eishi Tsukasa had always been disdainful of Shokugeki and competitions. But there was nothing he could do. This was the mainstream of the culinary world. He had anticipated such a situation might arise, thinking he would just finish quickly and leave. But before the match even started, he already felt a bit annoyed.

"You can pick any ingredients you want from the ingredient area," Senzaemon Nakiri did not stop the chaotic shouts from the audience. Such things couldn't be stopped, and Shokugeki also needed some passion, some competitiveness.

Eishi Tsukasa and Tai Ono each stepped forward to choose the ingredients they wanted. Renz went last. He scanned the dazzling array of ingredients. Personally, he didn't like Western cuisine, but Erina and his daughter loved it. For example, Haruki loved Chinese cuisine, just like his father. However, he couldn't just give up learning Western cuisine because Haruki and he liked Chinese cuisine; that was impossible.

His daughter was his own flesh and blood, his little sweetheart, so he had to learn a few tricks. Compared to Chinese cuisine, Western cuisine emphasized style and refinement, that kind of magnificent feeling that instantly exuded nobility and upper-class temperament, which usually helped earn points from judges. The reason French cuisine became the typical representative of Western cuisine, even called the aristocracy of Western cuisine, was simple: because French cuisine gathered the best of all Western cuisines.

It encompassed all the strengths of Western cuisine. Whether visually, olfactorily, gustatorily, tactically, or in terms of the autonomic nervous system, it pursued a realm of art and elegance. French cuisine, with every carefully crafted dish, could often become an artistic masterpiece. From the sheer artistry of presentation and plating, French cuisine had the highest demands.

Beyond the deliciousness and satisfaction of the taste buds, there were many stringent requirements, breakthroughs, and adventures, many ingenious ideas that transcended imagination. If the strongest aspect of Chinese cuisine was flavor, then the strongest aspect of French cuisine was appearance.

Renz actually struggled to decide what dish to make. He knew too many French dishes. But, the old man's taste was similar to Erina's. Should he just make a few French dishes that Erina liked and see?

Thinking of this, Renz reached into the ingredient area and took many ingredients. He didn't plan to make just one French dish. Even though it was a French cuisine competition, it didn't seem to explicitly state that only one French dish could be made. Renz wanted to make a complete set of French courses, and without the aid of dazzling knife skills, he would focus on maximizing the visual effect to secure victory in the first round.

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