At first, i thought no one's gonna pass the test with Nakiri Erina—that known as the God's Tongue—stood as the judge. But, i was wrong. There's a man—interesting one—well, in my opinion, yes, he's the kind of person who knows nothing about giving up. And, he completely reminds me of that pops, once i was fell in love to.
Yes, i had to admit, i was fell in love with the man who served the food on Nakiri households party–or what kind of party that was, it's not even my business to know. All i care on that time was he who cheered me up with his scrumptious food. Even though, i don't have a tongue like my cousin–Erina, but his food was incredible! It was like...one of a kind.
"Gramps..."
"I know what you're gonna say," he cuts me off, before i could finish my words. "I let him in—his cooks tastes really good."
"Yaaay–wait what!?" I squealed. "You what!?" My voice pitches in high as i grab his collar. "You fucking ate his food!?"
He smirks. "I did."
"...!" I am out of words. How could he ate it without telling me? Sobs. I hate my gramps at a time like this!
"Just see him at opening ceremony, then. He's gonna have some speech out there." He crossed his muscular arms. Staring at me with interest. "You'll figure out something."
"Figure what something?"
"We'll see."
Σ(・□・;)
Opening ceremony has just started. I saw Erina standing up on the stages, giving speech as a representative of the new fresh year. Damn, she's so gorgeous–i kinda envy her for being so good at cooking and everything. But, that's not make me want to be her... I mean, i'm happy being myself, and beside Erina has a...i don't know how could i explain this. Terrible past, i must add.
And next, it's gramps turns to have a speech. At first, all i heard from boys when Erina up there was like 'oh so lovely, that's Nakiri right?' 'Mm, she is. Beautiful ain't she?' 'Indeed, but do you know that she is a granddaughter of the don of the food mafia' 'what the fuck–are you serious? That means it is...' Those gossip kept going on until gramps's up there. "ITS NAKIRI SENZAEMON!" someone screamed–or it supposed to be a whisper but went too loud.
Damn, idiots. I try not to laugh, but it's so funny. I couldn't even help myself.
"Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations on entering the high school section," he stated, with a smile appeared between those mustache and beard of his. "99% of you are sacrificial stones. In order to polish the remaining 1% gems, out of 812 new first year from last year, the number of student that advanced in the second year is only 76." Here he comes, the fearful, intimidating, yet exciting parts of him. I love the way he makes most of people here stared at each other in horror. Well, guys, exit are wide open for you guys who wants to quit."well, that's all from me. Thank you."
And he left.
"Eeh, and for the last...we'll introduce the student who was admitted to the high school section."
Oh, that must be him!
"Eh...i should express my impression right? I'm beaten. do i really have to do this?" His voice were caught up by mike. "Saying them on a stage is embarrassing..."
And i thought he was a kind of person who have no shame.
"Then, i'll keep it short. I'll say two or three things," he finally showed up. "Ermm... I'm Yukihira Souma," he stated. "Truth to be told, i didn't expect to be admitted to this academy. But, i don't plan to lose to some bunch that never stood in front of clients." He continued with full of both confident and determination. "Now that i'm here, i'll use you all as stepping stones. I'll take the top." He pointed out his point finger up in the air so casually.
"Wow, being cocky at the first day of school huh?" I'm impressed. But, that kinda remind me of something. That red hair of his... His yellow eyes that full of determination, and that looks-both-cocky-and-idiot grins. Is it just me, or Yukihira Souma does resembles him much?
"Best regard for the next three years!" Was his ending of speech before he goes back to the backstage. And now, all i could heard from here was invective from basically all of people except me. Well, of course anyone would hate him after they heard his full-of-himself kind of speech.
But, that's what interest me. "Yukihira Souma, huh?" I mumble as i give mark on my checklist.
