Anime's the best!! Shout it!!
But one thing: wished they kept Shiroko's scent-sniffing scene… Please, Sensei, lick Iori's feet!
Mash sees himself as Fuuka's kouhai in the Culinary Club.
Recap:
"…Oh?"
Mash snapped.
The Gourmet Research Club's bomb blew up the cafeteria wall, dropping Mash's cream puff. He's furious.
"Sensei!?"
"You… ruined my cream puff…"
(His face is like a demon!?)
"Not today!! Why can't you ask normally!?"
"Just a little time, Fuuka-san."
"Last time was two hours! No way!!"
"If you refuse… force it is. Akari-san, Izumi-san, Junko-san."
"Here!" Ready.
"Wasn't someone there?"
"Your imagination."
Haruna's team approaches Fuuka. Usually, she'd go quietly, but not today.
"This time, I'm done!! Want me? Beat Schale's Sensei first!!"
"…Schale's Sensei?"
"The Sensei? Second to the Federal Student Council President in power?"
"Who deflected tank shells with fists?"
"Who fought the Disciplinary Committee Head?"
"Who improved Gehenna's safety?"
"Who chased off the Committee!?"
"Wait, what stories?"
The Gourmet Research Club hesitates. Mash Burnedead is as feared as Hina Sorasaki among Gehenna's troublemakers.
"If rumors are true, he's dangerous. Grab Fuuka, escape before Sensei or the Committee finds us."
"But they're just rumors, right? We're fine?"
"Better safe. If true, we can't win."
"Haven't eaten yet…"
"Food needs life… Escape before Sensei shows."
"Where to?"
"Obviously… huh?"
"Got a usual spot? Doesn't matter, you're not escaping."
Mash stands behind them, not just standing—his demon face glares, swinging iron chains (Proteus material).
"Eek!?"
"Uh… well…"
"What do we do, President!? He's mad! Fight through!?"
"Calm down. Talking, not fighting, is the rule."
(Terrorists talking rules?)
Haruna, knowing Mash's "kind and honest" rumor, tries talking.
"Nice to meet you, Sensei. I'm Haruna Kurodate, Gourmet Research Club President."
"Hi. Mash Burnedead, Schale's Sensei. Grit your teeth."
"Wait!"
"No waiting."
"Let's talk like adults, Sensei-like."
"I'm a kid, and too mad to talk."
No one stops angry Mash. He's ready to punish them for the cream puff.
"President, it's hopeless!!"
"No talking works!"
"…Then, one option—retreat!" Smoke bomb!
Haruna planned force but saw Mash's eyes—unbeatable. She blinds him with smoke, grabs her team, and flees in the Culinary Club's orange-white jeep with a "Culinary" banner.
"Hey!! That's ours!!"
Cough. "You two okay!?"
"Juri… you're safe… The wall, just fixed…"
"So annoying… Sensei, are you—!?"
"What's wrong, Juri!?"
Juri screams seeing Mash's face: a ghost's glare. He strips to his training gear, crouching to sprint.
"Wait, I'll catch them."
"Catch them? They're in a car, speeding…"
"Running's impossible—"
"Hamstring Magic: Big Bang Dash."
"…Magic?"
BOOM! Mash rockets off, shattering windows and blowing Fuuka and Juri back.
"Kyaa!?"
"He's… gone!?"
Only a crater and broken glass remain. Fuuka's face: (눈_눈??)
The Gourmet Research Club speeds in the jeep, escaping Mash.
"Terrifying…"
"Rumors were true, huh?"
"But we're safe in the car, right?"
"Prepare weapons. The Committee could appear… Sen—huh?"
"President? What…?"
"Hear something?"
"Something's coming—behind!?"
In the rearview mirror: Mash, in black training gear, charging.
"Wait!!" Thud-thud-thud!
"Seriously!?"
"What… that speed!?"
"He's catching up!!"
"Engage! Ready weapons!"
"But he's human, right? Can we shoot!?"
"No human runs that fast! Even Kivotos folk can't!!"
"…True! Alright!"
Junko grabs an assault rifle, Akari her rifle with grenade launcher, Izumi a machine gun, aiming at Mash.
"Sorry, Sensei, for gourmet!"
Akari fires a grenade. Normally, you'd dodge or hide, but—
"Dangerous." Catch!
"—Huh?"
Mash grabs the grenade mid-run and hurls it back.
"Take this!" Throw!
"It's coming back!?"
"President, dodge!"
"On it!"
Haruna swerves, dodging. Akari's will breaks.
"Now this!?"
"Revenge!!"
Izumi and Junko fire. Mash, unfazed, catches bullets.
"Hmph!"Catch-catch-catch!
"Why!?"
"Catching bullets while running!? No way we win!!"
"Don't give up! Next is a sharp curve—Sensei can't handle it!"
Ahead: Gehenna's notorious hairpin curve, tough even for cars. Haruna's expert driving clears it without slowing, honed from escaping the Committee. Most can't keep up.
(If Sensei keeps that speed, he'll crash through the guardrail. He'll slow down, and we'll escape full-throttle!)
Haruna's sure of victory, but—
"…Hmph."Screech!
"Inertia S-Drift!?"
"No way! Humans can do that!?"
(Cutting sharply while sprinting, pivoting on his right foot without slowing—an advanced driving technique, done on foot!?)
"President, I'm scared! Scarier than the Committee Head!!"
"Faster!?"
"This is max! We ditch the car—"
Mash leaps forward.
Grab!
"Caught you."
He grabs the jeep, plants his feet—
Skid!!
—and stops it cold.
"It… stopped."
"What do we do!?"
"Calm down! President!"
"We ditch and run—"
"Not letting you."
Mash lifts the jeep, Gourmet Research Club and all.
"Hmph!"Throw!
"Kyaaa!!"
The jeep crashes into a rock, exploding. The club tumbles down a cliff, sprawled on the road below.
"Ugh… didn't expect this…"
"Didn't… think…?"
"…Ah."
"Raiding the cafeteria, trying to kidnap Fuuka-san, crushing my cream puff… No escape."
"Cream puff… what?"
"Your bomb made my cream puff fall and get squashed. I was looking forward to it."
Haruna, flat on her back, apologizes.
"I deeply apologize… Can you let us go?"
"Nope."
"But it was for gourmet!"
"Always wondered—your club's named Gourmet Research, yet you bomb a cafeteria making food. How's that work?"
"—"
"What's gourmet to you? Food worth hurting others for? Is it tasty? 'Others' misery makes food better'? Normally, it wouldn't taste good."
Mash's truth bomb hits Haruna, who slumps, defeated. But his punishment's just starting.
"Cream puff grudge… must be settled."
"Wait! Why approach with a cream puff!? What's your plan!?"
"Stuff it in your mouth."
"Why!?"
"Food grudges are scary. You might get it… Oh, everyone gets one. No faking unconsciousness."
"!?"
Mash nears, cream puff in hand. To Haruna and the others, he's a demon, visibly terrifying.
"Wait—"
"Please, wait!"
"Stop—please—"
"Nooo!!"
Later:
"Disciplinary Committee! Surrender—"
"Cream puffs scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary scary!"
"What!?"
The Committee finds the trembling Gourmet Research Club, ending the chaos—
Not quite.
"Punishment's not over."
"…Huh?"
It continues.
"Curry rice!"
"Karaage set!"
"Omelette rice yet!?"
"Here! Take it!"
"Y-Yes!"
"Uh, cut onions, then carrots… uh!"
"Smells good… Can't eat?"
"No."
"Aww!"
"This punishment… hurts more than imagined."
Mash's punishment: making them help the understaffed Culinary Club. His motto:
"Work to eat."
Fuuka's in charge, and the Gourmet Research Club follows her orders, as Mash instructed.
"Didn't expect Haruna to help… Sensei's amazing."
"Here, I'm your kouhai, Fuuka-senpai."
"Right…"
Mash, washing dishes with Fuuka and Juri, shares his thoughts.
"Loving food's fine, but ignoring the cooks' struggles isn't."
"Absolutely…" Haruna nods, working faster.
"Won't the Committee mind?"
"No worries. Framed it as 'rehabilitating delinquents.'"
"Impressive."
"Also, Hina-san said, 'Please, just… keep them quiet a bit.' With a scary face."
"Maybe bring her a bento next time."
"Please, I'll deliver cream puffs."
"Still on that…"
"Feeling better?"
"Not yet."
"Oh."
"But… it's enough."
"?"
"More people cooking with me, reliable ones… I'm satisfied."
Fuuka cooked alone, despite Juri's help, piling up fatigue and frustration. Now, with forced help, her burden lightens.
"Calling you was the right move…"
"I've barely done anything. Can't come daily, but I'll drop by to help and recruit more."
"Why go so far?"
"Simple. I want to help. Running this place alone is amazing."
"…Amazing?"
"Yup, really amazing."
Fuuka tears up, smiling.
"I'm… amazing… I worked hard…"
"Sorry, didn't mean to make you cry."
"It's okay… happy tears. Can I thank you?"
"No need."
"Please? You've done so much; doing nothing feels wrong."
"Then teach me cooking in our free time."
"Cooking?"
"Yup. As kouhai and senpai, not Sensei and student."
"Sure, anytime!"
"Thanks."
"And… can I call you Mash-kun then?"
"Please do."
"Then… here's to more, Mash-kun."
"Likewise."
"Fuuka-san! Sensei! Help!!"
"Let's go."
"Hehe, yeah!"
Fuuka and Mash join Haruna's team, working as usual—but Fuuka's smiling while cooking.
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