CHAPTER 206: CHAPTER 11: THE GOD’S TONGUE ISN’T FOR THAT

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"Become the leader of Totsuki?" Renz paused slightly, hearing Erina’s suggestion as she returned to the room after her bath. He didn’t quite understand her meaning.

"Yes," Erina explained the situation truthfully. "The situation at Totsuki Academy has been getting worse in recent years. It lacks someone who can stabilize it, and I recommended you to Grandpa for that role."

"Has Totsuki’s situation deteriorated to this extent?"

Renz asked, surprised. He genuinely didn’t know what had happened during this blank period. He only knew the timeline from six years after Erina’s birth and the original timeline, but the intervening years were a mystery to him.

However, as a future dean, Renz was quite familiar with Totsuki’s overall strength. Totsuki Academy didn’t need to worry about reputation management; the talent it produced each year would naturally shine. Even without marketing, people would know about it. Now, listening to Erina, it seemed the current dean wanted to try to "market" or rather, Totsuki’s current personnel were too low-key and needed a relatively high-profile individual to represent them, generating buzz for the academy’s current quiet state.

It would be difficult for someone without substance to represent Totsuki. Renz, of course, could stand for Totsuki; he didn’t lack the hard skills. Although he didn’t know when the "marriage timeline" would end, Renz couldn’t abandon his pursuits just because he could return to the past.

Moreover, his current efforts could lay the groundwork for the past, and even change some things he considered unsatisfactory in the present. For example, he regretted the dish used for his confession and proposal in the final round of the Midnight Chef competition. He felt he should have used a more perfect, more magnificent dish to celebrate his proposal journey.

Now, every little thing he felt he didn’t do well could be changed by returning to the past, or even prevented from happening. This was like getting insurance. But it was still best to strive to do everything without regrets.

"Totsuki’s situation is mainly because too many people don’t want fame," Erina said with a pout. This was very true; most people were the type to quietly experiment with their cooking, with few actively "seeking fame and fortune."

"Then it wouldn’t be bad for you to be Totsuki Academy’s spokesperson either," Renz offered an alternative suggestion. Erina had a slight vanity. She loved being praised, and her "little tail" would wag when she was.

"I can’t," Erina thought for a moment before saying, "I have the God’s Tongue, and I’m a Nakiri. My reputation is already well known."

"To prove Totsuki Academy’s good teaching quality, we have to find a way through other students. You were also taught by me, so you should take the spotlight," Erina clasped Renz’s hands and shook them, employing her charming "pout-and-beg" technique.

Yes, this would certainly be a high-profile matter.

Totsuki Academy’s entire resources would be concentrated on one person, bearing the high hopes of Senzaemon Nakiri .

However, if the person entrusted with such high hopes couldn’t deliver, it would lead to great disappointment from the outside world, which was a true test of one’s psychological fortitude. The immense pressure on one’s shoulders would be too much for most people to bear. Even seasoned athletes, when their performance declined and they faced public criticism, their well-trained psychological defenses could unexpectedly crumble. Human collapse happens in an instant. Those with insufficient ability would choose to escape.

Even if it were Renz, he couldn’t guarantee that he could definitely meet the old man’s standards. Asking him to become the world’s number one chef wasn’t impossible in theory, but if the old man wanted him to consistently maintain that top spot, it would be quite demanding. The points for that ranking were earned through competitions; if he didn’t compete, he would enter a dormant period and his ranking would continuously drop.

To consistently maintain his points, Renz would have to constantly participate in and win culinary competitions.

For the currently well-rounded Renz, winning a championship wasn’t theoretically difficult, but that didn’t mean he was invincible. There was always someone better.

For example, Joichiro Saiba, who might have an unbreakable connection to his culinary beginnings, was a Totsuki graduate from over a decade ago. He once held the second seat and, after graduation, showed "slaughtering" ability in various culinary competitions.

For a full year, Joichiro Saiba was undefeated in competitions, never losing, with no competitive matches at all all were one-sided.

If Joichiro Saiba suddenly wanted to compete with him, Renz couldn’t confidently say he would win. Indeed, many skilled chefs enjoyed participating in competitions to maintain their fame, but that didn’t mean there weren’t equally skilled chefs who disliked competing. However, the trouble corresponded with fame and money. This was Totsuki Academy making an effort to elevate him to a divine status.

But as long as Renz possessed "god-like" talent, he would be fine. His body, tempered by the God’s Tongue, was already forged and incorruptible. Eishi Tsukasa, merely the world’s third-ranked chef, supported the entire Seiryo Academy. As a former esports pro, Renz had that much confidence. Without confidence, why even become a pro? Without confidence, Renz wouldn’t have dared to marry Erina.

Your Emperor, infinitely arrogant.

Despite his inner thoughts, Renz still wanted to tease Erina. He asked with a troubled tone, "Erina, I’m not really interested in this."

"Not interested?" Erina’s hand was still on Renz. "Even if you’re not interested, you have to be interested."

Dominant.

"Or how about you give me..." Renz attempted to propose a bold, unpracticed idea he’d always wanted to try but never had the chance.

"Get lost!" Erina understood what the scoundrel was thinking with just one look. "The God’s Tongue isn’t for that kind of thing," Erina emphasized. "No matter how much you ask, it’s unrealistic. Ask for something else."

There was a saying called compromise. After proposing an impossible demand, when the other party conceded, he would propose a slightly excessive, but less outrageous, demand than before. At this point, the other party would think it was a good idea.

"Can you wear a maid outfit?" Renz made another bold attempt.

"If you want to kneel on the floor, just say so," Erina’s lips twitched slightly. These things were unthinkable; none were allowed, not even the thought.

"No, then I’d be doing all this dirty work for nothing?"

Renz feigned grievance. "Being famous is tiring too.

Representing Totsuki and going abroad for culinary competitions... how about you take care of Rina’s night life and make me breakfast every day?"

"Those things are no problem," Erina readily agreed.

However, when it came to baby care and breakfast, Erina clearly hadn’t experienced the "hard knocks" of life. This had always been Renz’s responsibility. Sometimes on holidays, Erina would make breakfast, but only if she woke up early. Waking up at Renz’s time every day to make breakfast was a test of human willpower.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, becoming Totsuki’s ’leader’ isn’t as simple as saying it. You also have to pass an overall performance and strength evaluation with Grandpa, which he calls ’Winter Training.’ Many powerful individuals from Totsuki will be there, and you’ll have to compete with them for this opportunity," Erina said with a serious expression. "If you succeed in the competition, you’ll also get a ticket to ’The Blue’ world culinary competition and become Totsuki Academy’s ’representative.’"

Erina extended a finger. "I believe you can be the best among them."

"That’s for sure," Renz didn’t deny it. "If I can’t even beat them, how can I face the skills I’ve honed for a lifetime by the God’s Tongue?"

"Darn it, just when I had some time to rest, I’ll be busy again," Erina sighed.

"It’s good to be busy. If you’re not busy, a person might become useless," Renz said with a smile. "Besides, aren’t we going to Disneyland with Hisako today? It’s a rare moment of leisure."

During their casual chat, in another room, Senzaemon Nakiri made three phone calls. Evaluating skill was a troublesome task. It required experience and keen observation. While Senzaemon could roughly assess his students’ overall levels, his assessment was still just his own opinion. He needed more data to understand his students’ comprehensive abilities to select the best candidate.

His first call was to Joichiro Saiba. Joichiro Saiba was a proven talent, not just by his former world ranking, but also by his current position as head chef in a renowned restaurant. Such a position demanded high pay and high standards. For an outsider to hold the head chef position for years showed just the tip of his abilities. Most importantly, Joichiro Saiba was like a demon blade; he mastered most cuisines, possessed extremely strong professional knowledge, and commanded respect through both seniority and experience.

Unfortunately, after listening to Senzaemon’s idea,

Joichiro Saiba decisively declined, citing his busy schedule and the fact that his biological son, Yukihira Soma, would also be in this winter training. He didn’t want to meet his son for now. However, Joichiro Saiba recommended his disciple, Saiba Asahi.

Senzaemon Nakiri knew Saiba Asahi from a past culinary competition. Joichiro Saiba used to enjoy participating in competitions, as the ingredients were provided by the organizers, saving him money on hard-to-get ingredients, and allowing him to experiment with new ideas while earning prize money.

However, in his "later stages" of competing, there was a match where Joichiro Saiba faced his disciple, Saiba Asahi. At the time, Joichiro Saiba was frequently participating in culinary events, and due to his generally excellent results, he had reached the world’s number one ranking. Then, in a best-of-five culinary competition, he lost 0-5 to his disciple, Saiba Asahi. From then on, Joichiro Saiba became low-key and no longer frequently participated in competitions, leading many to speculate that he deliberately lost to his disciple to help Saiba Asahi gain fame.

Despite this theory, Saiba Asahi had indeed defeated Joichiro Saiba, and the young man’s reputation soared.

After Saiba Asahi became famous, Senzaemon Nakiri began collecting information on him. He discovered that this person was also extraordinary, with few competition appearances but already a "king" in the underground culinary world. As Joichiro Saiba’s highly skilled disciple, his status in the underground culinary world was considerable. He had even been a Teacher at Totsuki once. After much deliberation, Senzaemon Nakiri made the call Joichiro Saiba had given him.

His second call was to Saiba Asahi, who seemed pleasantly surprised to receive the call but quickly agreed to Senzaemon’s request after hearing his idea.

For the review panel, Senzaemon Nakiri assembled Totsuki’s most luxurious lineup, including Shiomi Jun and Dojima Gin, essentially summoning a highly accomplished group of Totsuki graduates to participate in the overall evaluation. He even invited his daughter, Mana Nakiri, though her willingness to come was another matter. This was Senzaemon Nakiri ’s third call, almost summoning every authority figure he could from Totsuki.

He had even chosen a location within a resort for the winter training, where students could train and be tested on their cooking skills while spending Christmas and New Year’s there. The plan was to stay at the resort for a month. During this time, Senzaemon Nakiri would select the student with the best overall ability and highest culinary skill to become Totsuki Academy’s ace.

This was an unavoidable revolution. Seiryo Academy’s new culinary philosophy had already directly challenged Totsuki Academy. If Totsuki didn’t take steps to meet this wave, it would face the bitterness of being left behind by the times. Senzaemon Nakiri had to prepare for the worst. He could tolerate Nakiri Azami’s culinary philosophy and wouldn’t force his own ideas onto him.

But who knew if Nakiri Azami, after strengthening his power, would gradually push his culinary philosophy into the new era’s whirlpool, harshly imprinting his ideas into others’ minds? He was capable of such things, because he had done it to Erina before.

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