Chapter 4 – You are what you eat
Canon
Genre: humor, friendship
Time: following 'Hunters and life - Snowstorm'
Rating: T
"Come on, Gunny, don't be such a wet-blanket! I really wanna see what that ride of yours can do!"
"Yang, for the last time, I'm not interested in some pissing contest that might get both of us in trouble."
"Okay, what's the matter? Afraid you'd lose?" He could literally hear the smirk on her face.
The entire walk to the dorms, Yang has been trying her damnedest to challenge Roland to a race; his car versus her bike. The gunman rejected her challenge at first… and the second time and then every time she asked. He had several reasons for that. Unfortunately, the buxom boxer wouldn't be brushed off that easily.
"This has nothing to do with fear of losing." Roland objected. "I'm simply not interested in losing my driving license within the first month."
"Funny; you weren't worried about that while we were chasing Torchwick around the freeway."
He rolled his eyes; of course she'd bring that up. "That was an emergency, Yang; completely different. And you do remember the chewing out we got from Goodwitch." He shuddered a bit at the memory. Seriously, that woman is, like, a half-cougar and half-shark.
"You had a cop in your car! A freaking cop!"
"A cop that gave me an order to pursue; you're not helping your case, Blondie." He had to suppress a smirk as Yang pouted at him. "Besides, I know I'd lose so why should I try and risk losing my papers?"
"You can't know that!" Yang protested.
Roland barked a laugh. "Come on! My car is five times as heavy as your Bumblebee; that's hardly a fair competition."
The blonde wouldn't give up, though. "It also has twice as much horsepower!"
"Yeah, like if that makes all the difference." Roland scoffed. "Yang, think whatever you will; I'm not looking for trouble with both Vale Police and Goodwitch. One time was enough."
"You're such a bore, Peregrine." Yang pouted. "What's a girl supposed to do to have fun around here?"
"I dunno; there's, like, plenty of choices." He shrugged. "Abuse the punching bag, go for a swim, go on a bike trip… blow up a club."
Yang slugged him in the shoulder. She didn't use her full strength of course, but it still kind of hurt. "That wasn't even remotely funny."
"It's funny to me, Yang," The gunman chortled. "I mean, you gotta admit it's a really weird pastime."
"It's not a pastime!" The blonde protested. "I was taking care of some business and the owner thought messing with me was a good idea-" She was promptly cut off mid-sentence when someone ran into her. Both of them fell on the ground in a heap.
"Oopsies, sorry!" Came an awkward giggle.
Of course, Nora Valkyrie, the powerhouse of team JNPR; always energetic like no one else. In fact, so energetic that it was dangerous to both physical and mental health.
"It's cool, Nora. No harm done." Yang said as she picked herself off the ground. "Where were you speeding to, anyway?"
"We're gonna have an eating contest!" Nora squaled, bouncing on her heels in excitement.
"Um, who's 'we'?" Roland butted in. "I don't see anyone else."
"Huh?" Nora glanced around, frowning once she realized that her 'company' was nowhere in sight. "Ugh, why is everyone so slow today?"
"You know, it's pretty hard to keep up with you when you're excited." Yang snickered. "Which probably means that whatever you're about to do is gonna be really good."
"You bet your fun-buns it is!" Nora beamed. Roland found it extremely hard not to burst out laughing right there. Fun-buns… Oh I gotta remember this one! "It's a pancake eating contest! Desi's already in on that, too!"
He wasn't really surprised to hear that Desmond would partake in something like that.
Yang looked definitely intrigued. "That sounds delicious… can I join?"
The bomber nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! I'll always welcome another poor sap to crush!"
The blonde scoffed. "Is that a challenge?" She said, leaning closer to the redhead. "You better ready yourself 'cuz I'm gonna make you eat those words, Valkyrie."
"Oh yeah? Bring it on, Xiao Long!"
Roland simply watched as the girls stared each other down. This is either gonna be really good, or really bad… Someone better have buckets ready.
The Beacon gang was gathered in the dormitory kitchen. The usually neat and tidy place was now a mess. The kitchen nook was covered in a fine layer of flour as the cooks worked at almost frantic pace to make enough pancakes for the competition. Tables where the competitors sat were placed in the middle of the room. Yang, Desmond and Nora were waiting to get started. Their teammates were standing around, a few of them holding bags with snacks.
Weiss was grinding her teeth at the mess in the kitchen. "I hope you'll have at least the decency to clean up after yourselves!"
"We'll take care of everything." Yang drawled lazily. "Don't get your panties in a twist, princess."
"I brought some buckets with me, in case someone couldn't keep the pancakes down." Nicolaus said dryly and held up a couple of plastic buckets. Behind his back, Nora gasped, her eyes widening in horror at the thought of someone wasting such delicious meal.
The rest of them grimaced at his implication. "Let's hope it won't come to that." Blake muttered.
"Guys, what's the prize for whoever wins?" Tanya asked.
Desmond gasped. "Oh my god, we totally forgot about that!"
"Bragging rights, duh!" Nora exclaimed.
"No, that's just you guys being lazy!" Ruby protested. "We need something more, uh-"
Before she could finish Ruby got interrupted by Jaune barging into the kitchen, holding two shopping bags filled to the brim. "I'm back with the supplies!" He announced loudly.
"Good," Lie Ren looked away from his work. He wore a cooking apron and was currently preparing another batch of pancakes. "Now get an apron and help me."
Every eye in the room was suddenly on the blonde knight.
"Wait a moment," Weiss said incredulously. "Are you implying that this uncoordinated klutz can actually cook?!"
"Hey, I take offense to that!" Jaune cried indignantly.
"For your information, yes he does, and he's pretty good at it too." Pyrrha stood up to his defense. Predictable, when you think about it…
Tanya chuckled. "Looks like Jaune got more from his sisters than just his mad dancing skills." Jaune seemed to blush slightly at the compliment.
"You guys still haven't worked out what the winner gets!" Nicolaus pointed out.
"Yeah I said the same thing but nobody listens to me!" Ruby whined.
"Hey, if you consider just who is competing, there are only gonna be losers… and by 'losers', I mean Ren and Jaune!" Roland joked.
"Ouch, right in the feels!" Jaune exclaimed, putting his hand over his chest in a mocking manner.
Ignoring the gunman's remark, Ren grabbed two plates loaded with pancakes. "So, here's the first batch; no eating until we say 'go'. That goes double for you, Nora."
Nora pouted in response; her favorite treat was so tantalizingly close and she couldn't even touch it! Talk about 'fair'…
"Very well, it's time we laid down some rules." Ren said as Jaune put another two batches of pancakes on the table. "All of you get thirty minutes of time from the 'GO' signal. Whoever manages to eat the most pancakes and to not vomit within five minutes past the time limit wins the competition."
"But what about the prize?" Ruby protested, stomping her foot in indignation. "You can't run a competition like this without a prize!"
"We'll work it out later, sis." Yang drawled.
Ren cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "So, this obviously means we'll need someone to write down the score." Then he looked at one certain heiress. "You've been volunteered, Weiss."
"What? Why me?" Weiss objected.
"Because you're the most punctual of us all." The compliment didn't seem to improve her sour mood so Ren threw in a little, ahem, incentive. "I can help you with that project you seem to be struggling with."
As if someone snapped their fingers, Weiss brightened up. "Oh, why didn't you say so? I'll get right on that; just need to find something to write on..."
As soon as she was out of earshot, Roland said "Never thought you'd be the one to bribe people, Ren."
"It's not 'bribing', it's 'motivating'." Ren answered coolly.
"Right…" The gunman intoned, not buying the excuse.
"So… If no one has any questions, I'm giving Pyrrha the permission to start the competition." Ren finished and walked back to the kitchen nook. "Come one Jaune. I reckon we still have much to do."
No amount of pancakes was safe from Nora's hunger. Safe to say they wouldn't be stopping until the contest was over.
Pyrrrha cleared her throat. "So, are the competitors re-"
Nora didn't even let her finish. "Just start it already! I wanna win this thing!"
"Oh we'll see about that, Pinky-toe!" Yang chuckled, narrowing her eyes at the pile of pancakes before her.
"Um, very well then…"Pyrrha already knew that Nora always became overenthusiastic at mere mention of pancakes but she was still surprised at being shouted down like this. "On your marks…"
Weiss walked into the kitchen, holding a small jotter and a pen.
"Get set…"
The competitors traded brief glances.
"And… G-"
Pyrrha was interrupted again by one particular monkey Faunus that chose that exact moment to barge into the kitchen.
"WASSUP LOS-" Sun Wukong cut himself off as he beheld the scene before him. "What's that? You have a pancake party and no one invited me?"
"Um, it's actually a contest-" Ruby piped up.
"Can I join?"
One could hear a pin drop in the dead silence that ensued.
Then after a few seconds Yang shrugged. "Um, sure I guess." She then turned to her rivals. "Come on, guys. Let's make some room."
Nobody paid any notice to Jaune who whimpered in despair.
It took a while to set things up so Sun could also partake in the contest.
First off, they had to get another table because there was no more space at the one they already had. And before that the gang argued for good several minutes about who should lend the piece of furniture from their room. In the end, team TNDR decided to make a sacrifice, just to get things moving.
Still, they were taking too long and Nora grew seriously annoyed by the seemingly endless stalling. In that time, Jaune and Ren kept working tirelessly and by the time when the contest was finally ready to start, they had finished another two batches of pancakes.
"Okay… looks like everything's finally in place." Pyrrha said tiredly, glancing around the kitchen.
Competitors? Check.
Pancakes? Check.
Spectators? Check.
At some point, Blake and Nicolaus left somewhere while the rest of the gang was arguing. The two of them returned with several bags of snacks; popcorn, chips, crackers, you name it. It seemed strange how quickly they obtained the food though no one questioned them about it.
"If no one else wants to join…" Pyrrha waited a few seconds to make sure nobody would barge in like the last time. "Then may the biggest stomach win! On your marks, get set, GO!"
The moment she finished, Yang, Desmond, Nora and Sun began shoveling pancakes into their mouths at a frantic pace. Drops of syrup and bits of pancake batter were suddenly spraying all over the kitchen, prompting the spectators to take a good few steps away.
1 minute…
The pile of pancakes was disappearing faster than anyone would expect.
The four contestants kept eating, showing no signs of slowing down. Weiss had a hard time writing down the score. Their teammates and friends cheered, each team rooting for their member.
"GO YANG!"
"Steal their thunder, Desi!" Yang giggled at Griffon's cry and almost started choking since her mouth was literally overflowing with pancakes.
Weiss gagged as chewed up batter began dripping from Yang's mouth.
"Show them who's boss, Nora!" Jaune cheered, only to be cut off by Ren.
"I'd appreciate it if you helped me instead of watching!"
Since the rest of his team was Oum-knows-where, Sun winked at Blake. "Blakey!~ Root for me, please?" He tried saying but the words came out of his full mouth as a bunch of garbled unintelligible sounds.
"Maybe if you stop talking with your mouth full…" Blake teased.
"So, the score so far is;" Weiss announced, trying her hardest not to look at the quartet of guzzlers. "Two for Yang, three for both Desmond and Sun, and four for Nora!"
It was pretty impressive that Sun could actually keep up with the others. He didn't even seem worried that the excessive amount of pastry could ruin his figure…
5 minutes…
"So… Nora's currently in the lead with score eleven, Sun and Desmond are keeping up, having eaten ten pancakes each," Weiss droned, scribbling in her jotter. "And it seems Yang is lagging behind, her score a meager eight!"
Yang wasn't capable of talking so she simply showed the heiress her middle finger.
Weiss rolled her eyes, passing the rude gesture over without comment.
At that point, the spectators had quieted down; instead of screaming themselves hoarse, they settled on watching the contestants and munching on snacks their Faunus friends provided… by means that they refused to share.
Yang burped loudly mid-bite, eliciting a few snickers from the audience. As much as she fought to remain in the game, it was pretty clear that she was slowly being outclassed. By the time she managed to cram the ninth pancake down her throat, the boys had eleven each and Nora was finishing the thirteenth.
"Oh man, she doesn't look good." Roland observed. "I think she'll need a bucket soon."
"Oh she won't quit anytime soon; she's too stubborn for that." Weiss remarked, watching her blonde teammate devour her tenth pancake with noticeable difficulty. Unfortunately for her, other three eaters were still going strong.
"You can do it, Yang!" Ruby screamed. "Make team RWBY proud!"
"Too bad for you, gals; Nora's got this." Jaune said smugly, earning a whack upside his head from Ren.
"Stop loafing around, Jaune; the pancakes are disappearing faster than I can make them!"
10 minutes…
As minutes went by it became painfully obvious that Yang was running out of strength. With her sheer willpower she managed to conquer the thirteenth pancake but then her stomach seemed to give up. While other three eaters were still in the game devouring everything Ren and Jaune put on their plates, Yang just swayed unsteadily on the chair, breathing heavily and holding her stomach.
Her eyes drifted to the half-eaten pancake on her plate. Her movements sluggish and heavy, she tore off a small bit and put it in her mouth. She chewed for a bit and tried to swallow. Suddenly her stomach heaved and it took everything for her not to empty it all over the table.
The chain reaction that would undoubtedly follow sure wouldn't be anything pretty.
"Uh, Yang, you feeling alright?" Pyrrha asked worriedly.
"M'kay." The boxer heard herself mumble.
"You sure about that?" Tanya interjected. "You look a little, well, green." Even Weiss looked a little unnerved by the sick look in her face.
Staring somewhere ahead, Yang tore off another piece of pancake. "I told ya I'm fine, guys…" She snapped back in a weak voice.
She never noticed Roland inching closer with a bucket in his hands.
"Stop it, Sis!" Ruby exclaimed, putting the plate away from Yang. "You really don't look good, you should-"
"No!" The boxer protested and tried to reach for the plate. "I said I'd win this thing and that's exaclt what I'll- UUUGGH!" She put a hand over her mouth as a wave of nausea came over her. It felt like if her stomach was doing backflips inside her.
Roland reacted quickly and put the bucket in front of her face. Just in time too, because at that precise moment her stomach finally betrayed her and she threw up… so hard that several bits of half-digested pancakes landed back on her face.
And the guttural half-growl half-cry that tore out of her throat made everyone pause.
"Someone get a napkin!" The gunman called out as Yang proceeded to heave her guts out. Almost everyone in the room had turned away from the sight, except Ruby who was patting her sister's back and whispering something to her.
Jaune started gagging which prompted Pyrrha to fret over him.
Even Desmond looked slightly sick. The goliath of team TNDR pushed the plate away from him. "Guys, I think I've lost my appetite." He said shakily and rose from the table.
Strangely, Nora was the only person undisturbed by the whole spectacle. "Alright, now it's just you and me, monkey boy!" She whispered, narrowing her eyes at her only remaining rival.
"So it seems two of our competitors are out." Weiss said dryly. "Now, only Sun and Nora are still in the game; the score is nineteen for Nora and eighteen for Sun!"
By then, Yang had recovered enough to pull her younger sister into a hug while Blake wiped her face.
"I'm so sorry, baby sis!" The blonde bawled theatrically, oblivious to Ruby struggling in her vice-like grip. "You trusted me, a- and I FAILED YOOOOUUUUU!"
"It's not her fault, really." The heiress butted in. "She simply didn't have the stomach to go on."
Nearly everyone in the room face palmed at the, ahem, joke. Except for Ren who had his hands full… Or Roland who went to dispose of Yang's vomit.
Finally releasing her sister from the bear hug, Yang glared at the heiress. "Weiss, you know I love you… but for the love of God, never do that again."
"You guys have no sense of humor." Weiss huffed, pointedly ignoring all the incredulous looks she was getting.
20 minutes…
It was now a duel between Sun and Nora. The insanely fast pace (for normal people, at least) had slowed down considerably as both contestants were slowly reaching their limit. Amazingly, Sun was able to keep up with the infamous pancake monster Nora was. All in all, the outcome of this competition wasn't as clear as everyone thought.
And there were at least two people that were glad that half of the eaters dropped out; simply because it meant less work for them.
Yang lay on the sofa, holding her stomach and groaning quietly while her sister played the doctor. Someone kept a bucket nearby in case she started throwing up again. "Ugh… Never again…"
Safe to say she wouldn't be even touching pancakes for weeks.
Ruby came in and put a wet towel on her forehead. Without a word, Yang took it and placed it on her stomach instead.
Weiss cleared her throat and squinted at the jotter in her hands. "Let's see… The score is twenty to nineteen, with Nora in the lead. The time runs out in nine minutes so bear that in mind!"
"See that?" Nora exclaimed with her mouth full, narrowing her eyes at her rival. "You're going down, monkey boy!"
"We'll see about that, sugar bomb!" Sun responded in kind.
Among the audience, Roland muttered "I'm amazed that they're still going…"
"Yeah," Nicolaus agreed. "This much sugar can't be good for your health."
"Nora will be fine; sugar's practically flowing through her veins." Blake quipped. "It's Sun I'm more worried about." She didn't notice that the gunman's expression soured for a brief moment.
Tanya regarded the cat Faunus with a knowing smirk. "Worried about him or his abs?"
Blake instantly blushed and started sputtering. Realizing she couldn't reply to that without further embarrassing herself, she turned away with a pout.
"We should worry more about ourselves because, well, I don't think we'll be getting much sleep tonight." Pyrrha commented, subtly pointing at Nora.
Roland snorted. "I think we'll be glad if the dorm building's still standing the next morning."
The gang chuckled at the joke. "Amen to that." Nicolaus said.
Then Desmond walked into the kitchen. He looked better than Yang did, though not much. The goliath shuffled over to a recliner and sat down heavily, like if all energy was drained out of him. "What did I miss, guys?" He asked wearily.
"Nothing much." Tanya shrugged. "Nora's still in the lead, obviously-"
"They're tied!" Weiss suddenly cut in.
That seemed to get everyone's attention.
Ruby suddenly appeared right beside Weiss, eliciting a startled yelp from her. "What did you say?!" She demanded.
"I said they're tied! Twenty one to twenty one!" Even the heiress seemed in awe at the fact.
"Are you absolutely sure about that?" Blake questioned.
Weiss rolled her eyes. "If you don't believe me, maybe you should've written the score down yourself!"
"I didn't say that!" The cat girl backpedaled. "It's just… unbelievable."
"Either way, this competition got a lot more interesting." Pyrrha summed it up. No one could disagree with that.
25 minutes…
The spectators were on edge as the battle between Nora and Sun progressed.
The moment Nora realized that her only rival erased the head start she had on him, she tried to speed up. 'Tried' was the keyword here, though. There were five minutes left until the time ran out and she was nearing the end of her strength; Sun, not so much. It was nigh impossible for her to eat any faster. Nora knew it would come down to this sooner or later but she hoped that her rivals would drop out way before that.
Sun surprised her and the girl had to admit that he was better than she thought.
The grudging admiration soon turned into shock when he actually overtook her.
"And it's twenty five to twenty four! Nora is losing!" Weiss exclaimed, trying and failing miserably to retain her cold disinterested tone. "I never thought I'd see the day!"
What followed was a loud cacophony of several voices talking and screaming all at once; team JNPR rooted for Nora while RWBY minus Weiss supported Sun. Team TNDR simply stood on the sideline though it didn't mean they weren't interested in the outcome of the match.
Nora pushed herself to her very limits as she tried to catch up to Sun. There was no way she'd let the monkey boy win this. When it came to devouring pancakes, she was the best of the best. So she started shoveling the pancakes into her mouth like if her life depended on it, ignoring the protests of her overloaded stomach.
"Oh my, Nora's back in the game!" Weiss announced. "The scores are tied again; twenty seven to twenty seven!"
The crowd around the table was shouting up a storm at this point. Even Sun looked surprised.
Oh yeah, I can do this! Nora screamed triumphantly in the back of her mind. I'm gonna win this!
She was so focused on her goal that she paid no mind to the fact that everything seemed to be quieting down.
Or that darkness began to creep out from the edges of her vision.
She finally finished the pancake number twenty eight. Take that, Wukong!
The plate before her seemed to grow in size. Huh, that's weird… It shouldn't be getting'…
Then her face met the table.
Just when the gang thought there was nothing that could surprise them anymore, Nora suddenly tilted forward and faceplanted onto the table desk, much to everyone's shock.
"Oh shit!" Tanya cursed and rushed to the bomber's side along with the rest of team JNPR.
"Is she okay?" Ruby squeaked, on the verge of panic.
Ren pushed the unconscious girl in the sitting position and checked her pulse and breathing. When he finally spoke, he sounded completely bewildered. "Guys… she's actually asleep."
There was a ghost of a smirk on her lips as she snored quietly.
"So, she literally ate herself to sleep." Roland deadpanned. "Un-freakin'-believable."
"I thought it'd make her even more energetic than usual." Pyrrha wondered.
"Yeah, that girl never ceases to amaze me." Ren shrugged. He picked up the sleeping girl and carried her to the sofa.
"Uh, does that mean that Sun won?" Ruby piped up.
"Not yet; the two of them are still tied, despite Nora's, um, incapacitation." Weiss objected. "In order to win, Wukong has to eat one more pancake and keep it all down for the next five minutes."
"You hear that? That's your chance!" Blake whispered to Sun.
The monkey Faunus looked like he was about to pass out too. No wonder; devouring over two dozens of pancakes in one sitting was well beyond what a normal person was capable of doing. Yet his competitiveness wouldn't let him quit… Plus the prospect of gaining the admiration of a beautiful girl he had been crushing on for a while was too good to ignore.
"Okay dude…" Sun muttered to himself. "Mind over matter… Mind over matter…"
Mustering all of his remaining strength, Sun grabbed the lone pancake sitting on his plate and tore it apart, eating the pieces at a frantic pace. His stomach, already filled to the brim, heaved violently but he managed to keep its contents down.
It took some great effort to swallow the last few bites but he did it. Leaning back in his chair, he pumped his fists in the air and let out a cry of "Twenty nine, baby!"
He had half the mind to stand up and bow as the gang clapped and cheered at his incredible feat but decided against it. That kind of movement could do some bad things to his stomach…
"Now you just have to wait five minutes before puking it all up and we can make it official!" Jaune joked.
"Really?!" Sun groaned; he really hoped that this would be the end of it. "Okay, I can do this… no problem… I've had worse…" Though putting on a brave front, Sun was freaking out inside.
Oh who am I kidding, this is gonna suck HARD…
And he was right… Those five minutes were a torture. He put on a smile and tried joking around just to mask how much he was suffering; it felt like if all those pancakes he ate tried to jump out of his body.
He completely lost track of time. Someone had the foresight to bring him a bucket, just in case.
"I realize that you're not done yet but… You thought of your prize for winning yet?" Yang asked at some point.
Sun gave a smile that came off a bit too toothy thanks to the cramps in his stomach. "Well, there's one thing I'd like you losers to do; when I-"
The conversation was suddenly cut short when the most feared person at Beacon Academy walked in.
Everyone in the room simply froze. "H-hello! How are you doing?" Ruby squeaked with a (very) nervous smile.
Professor Goodwitch narrowed her eyes as she took in the sight of the mess in the kitchen. "I find that I have to do this more often than any of us would like." She stated coldly.
"Okay, I gotta ask, professor." Roland spoke up. "Who snitched on us this time?"
"Mr. Peregrine, I don't condone personal vendettas at this school. Why would you think I'd even consider disclosing that information?"
The gunman backed off rather quickly under the professor's glare. "I was just curious!"
"I believe there is a saying: you ask too much, you learn too much." Goodwitch looked around the group of students before her. "Would anyone mind explaining to me what on Remnant are you doing now?"
They shared a glance, very unnerved by her scrutinizing gaze. "Uh… An eating contest?" Jaune finally answered.
"What?" The expression on the professor's face practically radiated bewilderment.
"It's, you know, whoever eats the most of one particular food wins-" Yang tried to explain but Goodwitch cut her off.
"I know what an eating contest is, Miss Xiao Long!"
In the meantime, Sun was fighting back the urge to vomit.
Goodwitch heaved a weary sigh and rubbed her forehead. "Honestly, at this point I don't even see the point in getting angry any longer…" It was obvious she didn't want to be dealing with this. "Just clean up after yourself after you're done; I'll come to check on it personally in an hour."
And with that she turned on her heels and strode away.
For a few seconds there was dead silence. Nobody could believe they were off the hook, just like that.
Then Weiss spoke up. "Sun, I believe your five minutes are up."
"OH YEAH!" Sun yelled in elation and threw his fists in the air… which turned out to be a grave mistake.
For he suddenly bent forward and threw up into the bucket that stood at his feet the entire time. The girls and Jaune backed away from him with screams of disgust… especially because his aim was a bit off and a bit of puke splattered the floor. The guys simply winced in sympathy.
Ren sighed in frustration. "I'll go get a mop…"
Author's note: And here goes another prompt from WhichOneIsWill, this time I combined it with an idea from Martyn (guest review). It was about Sun having a massive appetite though it wasn't really specified so I took some liberty with it. In the end I added him to the competition; this was partly inspired by the fact that Sun's voice actor Michael Jones did a few eating challenges which you guys may have seen before.
To WhichOneIsWill: The honor's all mine, good sir :-) BTW the idea with the streets race wasn't completely shot down; I just didn't see it happening at this particular timing. It's gonna happen later on in the story, that's all I can say at the moment.
As always, thanks for reading, review, favorite or follow; compliments and/or critique always welcome :-)