Chapter 6 - Ramsay vs Naikiri vs Yukihira

'Bloody hell,' he thought, still pissed from his previous encounter as he walked towards a large building with a sign that said 'Entrance exam participants please enter here.'

About. Bloody. Time.

The building itself wasn't too special, sure it was big and extravagant just like everything else - but there was nothing really that stood out to him. As he walked down the red-carpeted hallway, he saw another identical sign with an arrow pointing into an open double-door.

Inside, was maybe a hundred or more people his age where the majority of which were wearing either a well-tailored-suit or uniform. Damn I really need to get that. As he looked around, he noticed that no one was carrying anything with them. Was he the only one that bothered to bring his own equipment? It didn't look like any of them had proper cooking attire, unless a blue suit and tie was cooking attire in Japan.

'It's not like a culinary academy would need us to cook to enter…'

About a minute later, he noticed a well-endowed honey blonde-haired girl walk in from one of the side doors, followed by a pink-haired girl holding a stack of paper. Although there was nothing really out of place about the two, their presence seemed to unnerve everyone around him.

"My name is Naikiri Erina," she began, her tone just oozing with confidence and arrogance. "I was entrusted with today's entrance examination."

Jack noticed that she was wearing a student uniform. But… Naikiri. Did the director send her in his place? If she was entrusted with the examination that would mean the former world's greatest chef and holder of two golden cuisines titles was confident with her ability.

'Naikiri or not, I won't let some little girl get the better of me.' Wait. Did the pink-haired girl say something? 'F*ck me I hope it was nothing important…like the exam instructions or something.'

"Bring the Kitchen tables!" she instructed; soon after trolleys upon trolleys of ingredients were brought into the room. Jack smirked to himself, everything else must feel like an idiot for not bringing any cooking equipment.

"The main ingredient is egg," she began, holding up a chicken egg in between her thumb and index finger to emphasize her statement. "Make one dish. Those who can satisfy my tongue will earn their admission to Totsuki."

'There it is, a single dish made of egg,' he thought, smiling at the same time. 'I can already think of multiple plates from simple breakfast plates to gourmet appetizers, this will be a piece of cake.' Whatever it was that he would make, he was confident he would pass. If he could satisfy - or not fail - his father, then he could satisfy anybody's palate.

"In addition," the girl took on a dark look in her eyes. "I will give you one minute…to withdraw from the examination if you want."

As soon as she said that, it was like a herd of antelope all stampeding away from the roars of a lioness. It was like there was a billion dollar prize for a 'who would be more of a coward contest.'

'Why is everyone running?'

His eyes began to dart from person to person, all of which had similar expressions of fear and panic. None of them. None of them were chefs at all! They cared so much about their reputation that they forgot the golden rule - the customers always come first! Examiner, client, father, or even just someone wanting to have a quick snack were all customers! They did not even bother to retreat honourably, they could have just said 'I will take the exam another time' but they, all, ran.

As he heard the cacophony of fearful footsteps reach its climax, he began to feel a burning rage arise from the pit of his stomach. He had enough of the people he met in this school already, to think the most elite culinary academy in the world would allow such A5 garbage through the doors was a shock by itself!

With all the strength and anger he could muster, Jack proceeded to shout at the top of his lungs.

"HOW BLOODY. F*CKING. DARE. ALL OF YOU." He was heard by all the running students, but only half of them were stopped by his words.

"Is THIS how Chef's act?" he began with an ominous accusation, all pairs of eyes were on him. "You would run away from cooking? From a customer? Absolutely appalling. You sacless gits are the epitome of cowardice and there are no words in the Japanese or English language to even describe just how RUBBISH the lot of you are!"

As soon as his words reached their ears, it was like a field of bandits were caught between the wrath of an Amazon Queen or the King of Knights himself. Many were inwardly offended by his comment, but none had the courage to speak out.

"D-d-don't y-you know wh-who she is?" spoke a panicked voice from behind Jack. Turning to look at him, he noticed that the one who asked that question was one of the boys who got into a fight earlier.

'Looks like he is all talk.'

Narrowing his eyes, Jack met the blonde's stare with a shadowed glare before answering his question. "She is Naikiri Erina, granddaughter of Naikiri Sanzaemon - former greatest chef in the world." To the surprise of many around him, the way he spoke of them was like he was not scared at all. As if he did not care about his or his restaurant's reputation!

"th-then you should know that if she deems your dish unsatisfactory it will ruin your career as a chef permanently!"

His expression, previously of barely controlled rage, became one of disgust, but still laced with vengeful anger. Normally, he wouldn't care for other people's choices, but among all the things he hated, chefs without honour were by the far the top of that list.

"All of you." His voice was a dangerous monotone, what seemed to a raging wildfire behind him became a barely contained inferno, waiting to come out again.

"Absolutely disgust me," he continued, his eyes becoming bloodshot while his teeth gritted. "If you care so much about your reputations, go. Leave." As soon as he spoke, he walked towards the boy and made their difference in height and stature that much more known.

"If you think YOU," he once again shouted, proceeding to look around the room, trying to meet the eyes of all the other students. "Any of you, will amount to anything more than most abyssmal grade of trash, then you better stop dreaming and open your bloody eyes."

Right after that, he lifted his hand and began pointing at different people in the crowd. "You, you, you, you, and all of YOU!" He ended by panning his arm with his index finger extended.

"F*ck off, F*ck off, F*ck off, F*ck off, F*UCK OFF!"

As soon as the finished, all of the students seemed to become Olympic sprinters as they ran faster than they ever did before straight out of the room.

It was as if every single one of them got a medal for taking out the plates and laying them on the medal…then calling it gourmet cooking. 'Hnf, if this is all it takes for them to run, they will never survive in even a fast-food restaurant," he thought, once again remembering all the different times he was beaten both mentally and physically while working in the many restaurants his father owned.

"It's bloody RAW," the older Ramsay screamed at his son, throwing the chicken straight into the garbage before forcing him to do it again.

Good times. Good bloody times.

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She - Erina Naikiri - granddaughter of the dean of this glorious school - Totsuki Culinary Academy - was genuinely surprised with what happened with the transfers. She expected all of them run off in fear of her reputation but there was not one, but two people that stayed to take her exam! Now she would actually have to remain and taste their dishes! Her entire strategy was intended to get rid of them so she could have the rest of the afternoon off, but now she would have stay here and do her job!

On top of that, one of the students seemed to scare everyone else around him more than she - the youngest to become a member of the elite council! Not only that, the way he screamed, it seemed so strangely familiar with the words he used. She could have sworn that she knew someone that swore in the same way as he did; and for some reason, her body seemed to shudder when she tried to remember.

Exiting her thoughts, Erina looked at her aid before speaking, "Hisako, who is this…barbarian?" Someone had has a temper as fiery as he did, obviously did not belong in the kitchen.

"Erina-sama," Hisako began, flipping through the pages to find the application form for the blonde chef. As she found the paper, her eyes widened in surprise before speaking, "His name appears to be…Jack Ram-"

"Actually, I do not care," she spoke, her tone dismissive while she flipped her hair with her hands. "He is all talk, some brute who screams that loudly could not possibly have any skill."

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'Who does she bloody think I am?' It's like she was enrolled in a course on how to be a class 1 cunt and graduated with honours. Whatever, he had enough of enraging horsesh*t today. All he had to do was make the dish, get accepted, then f*ck right off. Even though he felt good during the morning, all the idiots he met up until this point has definitely put him back into a cranky mood.

Sigh. "Any dish with the main ingredient as eggs right?" He asked, where the honey-blonde Naikiri responded with a nod.

'Already a few dishes come to mind, I could go with the classic eggs benedict, maybe a scrambled eggs recipe with a twist, or even one of my father's specialties - the scotch egg…nah, I'll save that one for later.'

Thank goodness they all left, as least now he could cook in peace without idiots being around him. That must have been what his dad would experience day by day. He could only imagine how he could deal with that for decades.

Doesn't matter though. Titles, names, and whatever bloody street stand they were the heir of meant jack diddly squat. His last name being Ramsay didn't magically give him the ability to cook. It was through years of experience that he got to where he was; and he knew that he was far above than everyone else that tried to take the exam.

Giving a small smirk, Jack addressed the noblewoman. "It's quite fortunate you don't have to test anyone else, it would certainly save a lot of time and stress going through the dishes of every single one of those incompetent donk-"

"Hey." He was interrupted by another voice apart from his own or the examiners. Turning towards it, he saw the same spiky red-haired boy that was fighting. He was half-wearing the a dark blue undershirt and a black-ish version of the Totsuki jacket while sporting a challenging grin on his face.

"Aren't you forgetting someone?"

To anyone else, it would have been a simple question. But Jack knew exactly what the other boy meant.

'A direct challenge,' he thought, narrowing his eyes in annoyance and slight surprise. To stand after a lashing like that took a respectable amount of will power…and only someone who had worked in a kitchen could possibly have that.

What looked like a tense bout was more akin to a standoff between a knight garbed head to toe in armour, armed with a brilliant shield and longsword standing against a samurai that wielded a katana with a sharpness like no other with both grace and skill. They simply stared at one another, waiting for each other to make a move for the inevitable clash.

After seconds of what seemed like an eternity, the red-haired boy relaxed his gaze and turned to the examiner, his smirk gaining confidence before walking to the kitchen table.

'What is he doing?'

The red-haired student took a knife from the counter, seemingly feeling the edges of the blade. As soon as he did, he threw the knife into the air, making it spin multiple times before catching it perfectly.

To say Jack was surprised was an understatement, those type of skills were only shown by street vendors who turn their cooking into more than just preparing food. To them, it was like an act of showmanship. But still, just what is someone who cooks at a street stand doing here?

…

"I just have to make you say it tastes good right?" he began, facing the examiner and her assistant. He was ready to cook. Twelve years at his father's diner developed skills and instincts that could not be learned without actual experience. Taking a white band from his wrist, he began to tie back his hair with the same band, now with a look of absolute determination on his face.

"then I will make our shop's special for you." It was as if the headband changed his persona, from what seemed to be a friendly cook was now a veteran chef, one who saw battle many times. "Just wait for it, examiner Naikiri!"

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'A street cook thinks he can be a chef?' Jack scoffed, walking towards another station in the same room.

In his mind, Jack already knew what he was going to cook, a simple recipe where anyone can follow, but elevated to the levels acceptable by his father. Looking at the red-haired teen that just began to prepare his station, Jack proceeded to leave with one last remark.

"You got a lot of bloody balls for some street vendor, don't think just because you can wow a child or two with circus acts you can achieve excellence in your dish." What he said seemed to garner the attention of the cook, causing him to turn his head with an undaunted look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll make enough for you too!" He quipped with a smile.

With an annoyed expression, Jack simply gave the boy one last glare before turning back to his station.

'Now,' he began, lifting the luggage he put on the ground earlier to an empty counter. He unlocked it and opened it, revealing a Miyabi knife set, a bourgeat frying pan, a chef's jacket, a chef's hat, and three standalone knives.

'time to begin.'

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Chapter 6 Finished! Next Chapter - The God Tongue - Eggs and Transfers

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