Just going to drop a disclaimer as per usual. And, lookie! An update! Yay~

Replies to my loyal reviewers! I still can get away with replying to reviews as there isn't that many ;]

mayurie: XD Your reviews are always so entertaining to read. And, yes, everyone should have a healthy fear of a rich girl who knows how to wield a chef's knife and her resources. Honestly, I think you're going to love the canon era of the fanfiction more than I am writing it.

Enjoy the new update.

Mahoko was going to grow a few gray hairs before she goes off to high school and it will be the fault of one Sato Hozumi. Mahoko and two males of their brigade de cuisine watch with deadpanning eyes as a group of high schoolers kept flirting with their chef: one Sato Hozumi.

"So, are you going to cheer us on today in the competition?" Is that bastard twirling Hozumi's hair with his finger?! The hell, Hozumi! "It is cute that you and your little friends wore costumes to watch us compete."

"Nope," the stupid shoujo-protagonist bull crap with the bunnies and the flowers was back, "My little friends and I are competing from Teiko, sempai-taichi."

Ha! Take that, you stupid sempai-tachi! In your face.

"Oh, that's so cute. We promise not to go too hard you and your little friends."

Two sets of hands cover Mahoko's mouth as she inhaled to start yelling and screaming at the group of guys from Too Academy. The male members of their brigade de cuisine were holding her back, keeping her from potentially getting disqualified before the competition could even begin.

And, Hozumi's response?

She giggled. Mahoko twitched, not knowing which pissed her off more; the fact that these high school boys think that Hozumi's handpicked brigade needed any sympathy to win a competition like this or that Hozumi wasn't taking the insults seriously.

"So after the competition-"

"Oi, Tanikawa!"

And look more annoying high schoolers, Mahoko glared while she stopped struggling against her brigade de cuisine. The three middle schoolers walked over to their chef, who was still pulling her shoujo-protagonist bull crap. "Hozumi, are you seriously going to just let him insult us like that?"

"Wait for it." Wait for what?!

"We need to go-SATO HOZUMI!" She fucking waves. Mahoko looked towards the ceiling, she was just so done with this drama, it was like Hozumi liked causing trouble wherever she went-

How the hell does a third-year high schooler from Too Academy know Hozumi by sight?

"Chef, you know the little middle schooler?"

The Too Academy chef mechanically turned to the idiot flirt, piercing a glaze to his kohai before shaking his shoulders rapidly, "Tell me you didn't say anything stupid to Chef Sato."

"Wha? Wait, Chef, stop shaking me!"

Everyone turned to the shoujo-protagonist flower and bunnies Sato Hozumi, before Nakatami Kouta had a light bulb go off above his head. Nakatami Kouta was a fellow third year at Teiko with Mahoko and Hozumi. He specialized as their rotisseur and posissonier, in other words; Hozumi trained him to specialize in meats and fish. "Hozumi-chan, do you know this sempai?"

"Nope."

"Then, do you know how he might know you on sight?"

"Maybe."

"SATO HOZUMI, STOP WITH THE ONE WORDED ANSWERS!" Hozumi just grinned and shrugged her shoulders before lopping arms with the annoyed Mahoko walking away from the group of high schoolers with Nakatami Kouta and Shimada Keiji following after them. Shimada Keiji towered over the three other middle schoolers. He was raised by his uncle who lived in a Buddhist temple and thus was a vegetarian, where Hozumi had found the playful giant was unknown; but she does trust in his ability to handle vegetables and fruits.

"Chef? How do you know that middle schooler?"

Brown eyes narrowed as they followed the blonde haired blue eyed girl who fluttered over her team's workstation with her team members in their places nodding to her instruction. The rest of the world watching her see a third-year middle schooler trying to make her place with the big shots. However, to the rest of the chefs that were competing against her…

"Who should we be looking out for?"

"Sato Hozumi of the Teiko middle school who is competing in Saturday's competition."

"A middle schooler?"

"Rumors are said, Sato Hozumi is to be the representative of Tokyo into the national competition that will determine the representative at the Concours mondial de la cuisine."

"A middle schooler?!"

"Sensei said that she is going to go to the national competition to pick who goes to Bocus d'Or."

Silence passed for a moment, he could see how the other Chefs were watching the middle schooler. Sato Hozumi, on the other hand, did not seem to even notice the attention she had obtained as she went a flutter around her cook station. "Why her?"

"Guess we'll find out today. Let's show her what a competition is."

"Two hundred and ninety-two points to Too Academy, led by third-year Chef Miyamoto Yukitaka!" Cheering deafened the stadium. It was the highest points given to a team thus far for a kaiseki. Mahoko twitched as she watched Hozumi as she seemed to ignore the fact that the flirty high schooler's team had scored frickin' 292 points.

The points were distributed by 10 points per course round, the kaiseki had fourteen courses. There was also 10 points for the preparation of the kaiseki and 10 points for the clean-up of the kaiseki. There was also 10 points per course for the plating. The highest possible points that the competition would end with is 300 points.

And the high schooler's before had missed only frickin' eight points… And Hozumi is still going on about her shoujo-protagonist bull crap!

"And, for the first time that I've been a host of this competition, a middle school team of four members has competed against these high schoolers. Representing Teiko Middle School is S-Sato Hozumi?!" The host looked up in shock and stared at the young blonde.

Mahoko and practically everyone else looked up to the screen to show Hozumi's bibliography; her jaw-dropping with everyone else at the last line of her bibliography.

Candidate to represent Japan in the Youth Division of the Concours mondial de la cuisine

"Hello, my name is Sato Hozumi. I hope that you will enjoy the cuisine my friends and I have artfully created for you." Mahoko sharply turned back to Hozumi, the shoujo-protagonist bull crap stronger than ever, and winced. That was Hozumi's 'stop wasting my time or I'll start wasting yours' tone of voice that Mahoko knew a little bit too well. She honestly saw that as her only warning before Hozumi started pulling out her phone.

It was why Mahoko tried to make sure that everyone around Hozumi knew that she was to be feared for their own good.

Thank you, pshintani2066! I didn't even notice that I changed Mahoko's name to Makoto TT-TT Many apologizes to the readers.