Hello! This was sitting in my note app for way too long so I decided to publish it! Like the summary states, this is also on AO3 under a different moniker of course!

This will contain manga spoilers so anime watchers beware! This takes on a different storyline from the canon timeline as I hated the blue arc and basically everything after rdc.

So without further ado, enjoy reading!

oh and the chapters will get longer ok?

Yukihira Sōma, known to the world as 'The Wandering Artist' due to his eccentric and innovative way of cooking—being able to use low-class ingredients into flavourful, 'high-class' dishes that one could only imagine making. Though also known as the 'Spawn of Asura' as his father Yukihira Jōichirō, previously known as Saiba Jōichirō, was famously known as the 'Asura'. Much to his distaste, his face and real name was shared around, causing him to gain unnecessary attention from critics and chefs. His father had tried to shield him from most of it but alas, said critics and chefs still managed to figure out who he really was.

The world knows the Artist as a young boy with firey red hair, a deep scar on his right brow and a pair of eyes full of passion and dedication to whateve he's making. He's ability to take in countless information, countless orders in fact, was a main reason why he was the assistant chef to his father since he was just 5.

Sōma travels along side his father, working in countless restaurants and hotels, raging from the highest of class to the most average. With the various connections his father had, he was able to get the basic education he needed up till middle school but that was over. To achieve his dreams of ever surpassing his father, he would need to graduate as the best chef in the number one culinary institute in Japan named,

'Tootsuki Teahouse Culinary Academy.'

So that's where we see Sōma know, clad in his basic outfit with consists of a black t-shirt, a green bomber jacket, a pair of black Adidas pure superstar shoes and checkered pants along side his signature white headband tied around his left wrist. His fire red hair was sticking out in all directions, giving him a ruggish look and vibe. A smirk was plastered on his face as he looks around the multiple rich, snobby looking kids around his age with butlers and bodyguards but he knew very well, most of them wouldn't even make it pass the entrance exam.

The multiple healed knife scars, burns and calloused hand was a clear sign that he knew a real kitchen, he knew how to work a knife. Most of the kids here had non of them, clear signs that they had never been in a real kitchen handling orders after orders like he has but he won't mention that, he didn't want to gain unnecessary attention just five minutes after entering the damn place.

He felt eyes on him but he shrugs them off. His phone vibrated in his jacket pocket, which was a rare occurrence since he had it on slient mode twenty-four seven expect of his father. He brought the phone up to his ear after pressing the green button.

"Yo Sōma!"His father greeted. A stupid smirk was definitely on his face, Sōma knew it.

"Wipe the damn smirk off your face old man,"Sōma sighed "What is this place?"

"Ah! Tootsuki Academy is a prestigious culinary academy with a graduating rate of only 1%! So if you want to fulfill your dreams of ever surpassing me, graduate from the damn place you here me? Or else I'm gonna be annoyed by a friend."Jōichirō explained it simply before multiple background noises called him back which he replied in French. What was his father doing in France?

"I gotta go sport, see ya soon!"Before Sōma could protest and bombard him with more questions, Jōichirō hung up, leaving his son in a perplexed state.

'Damn that old man.' Sōma sighs, hiding his phone away in his jacket. He let out a sigh before making his way through the snobby stuck up kids who were sending death glares towards him towards the examination hall.

"Alright Tootsuki, let see if you truly live up to your name."Sōma muttered