Hope and Despair of Cooking [Shokugeki No Soma]

Chapter 7- Shokugeki with the White Knight

Third POV:

The Elite Ten, Eishi, Moka, and Senzaemon soon reached a big, and grand kitchen. The rest of those in the room excluding Tsukasa, Moka, and Senzaemon, settled on a table in the edge of the kitchen. "In a Shokugeki, we need an odd number of judges. Who plans on volunteering?" Senzaemon questioned towards the rest of the Elite Ten. 

"Free food? Why not?" Rindo cheerfully declared not caring who wins or loses. The only thing on the girls mind is getting food from Tsukasa and tasting the dish of her new kouhai. 

"Momo wants to taste Moka-Sama's cooking so I don't mind being a judge... just for this round," Momo volunteered. 

"It's only fair if I become a judge for their match afterall I hold the God Tongue," Erina suggested.

"I expect the director to take part in this, leaving us with a even amount of judges. Due to that, I'll be a judge," Eizan sneered at Moka, "And I'm quite curious on how the 1st year will fare against the first seat of the Elite Ten."

"That concludes the judges," Senzaemon declared. "Now onto the compensations. If Moka wins, she will earn the First Seat of the Elite Ten. If Tsukasa-San wins, he will... Tsukasa-San, it seems you haven't announced what you wanted."

Tsukasa was currently going haywire. He didn't know what to do. "I-I-I," Tsukasa stammered. 

Moka seemed to notice his worry. She wanted to tell him she'd be fine and not to underestimate her but not yet. Not now...

"If I may suggest something..." Moka started to speak. Senzaemon first looked at Tsukasa for approval and Tsukasa just nodded slowly while managing to shake in fear. Moka got both of her approval before continuing. "If I lose, I'll face explosion and I will quit being a chef. Not only that, I'll hand over Eishi-Kun 10,000,000,00 yen which is about all my savings in my bank account. Will that be enough?" 

Everyone in the room goggled at her, even Senzaemon. The room became eerily quiet. You could even hear a small pin drop on the floor.

Right now, many things were going through their minds.

WARNING TO MY YOUNGER READERS! THIS PART CONTAINS A BIT OF SWEARING. MAYBE A LOT OF SWEARING. IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR PURE SOULS, BLESS YOU AND SKIP THIS PART

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Elite Ten:

'HOLY SHIT IN THE MOTHER OF *BEEP*! WHO THE FUCK IS THIS DAMN BITCH? WHERE THE HELL DID GET THAT MUCH MONEY? AHHHHH! SHIT! SHE'S A FUCKING RICH GIRL! MY ASSHOLE IS GONNA EXPLODE WITH ALL THAT MONEY!'

Senzaemon:

'BLESS YOUR SOUL JOICHIRO! DID YOU CHEAT ON YOUR WIFE AND HAVE DAMN SEX WITH ANOTHER PERSON? IS THIS YOUR DAMN DAUGHTER CAUSE I SWEAR TO SATAN YOU DON'T EARN THAT MUCH!'

End of Cursing ^.^ Too bad there will be more cursing but not as much... hehe... sowwie...

"10 b-billion yen?" Tsukasa raved. 

"Woah! Tsukasa! Think of all the kitties and dango I can buy! WIN THIS TSUKASA!" Rindo cheered. 

Beside Momo, Eizan's very dark aura was gushing out of him. "All that money... If I married her, maybe I can become rich and then I can use that money for my business," he roared out loud. A image of a exploding volcano was behind him as he said that and the dollar sign was seen in  his eyes. Momo looked at him in disgust and moved herself as far away as possible from him. Most of the Elite Ten looked at him annoyingly. 

Moka blankly stared at the man's outburst. 'Does he not realize he said that out loud?'

Senzaemon coughed to get everyone's attention. "O-on with the Shokugeki. The theme will be any french cuisine or confectionary. The shokugeki that took place here is private. Everything you've experienced here is absolutely confidencial. With that... LET THE SHOKUGEKI COMMENCE!" he declared. His voice boomed throughout the whole room. 

Moka POV:

I decided to make macarons. I wanted to make them special so I'm going to be using violets as the flavoring. Yes, the flower: violets. Why I decided to use violets? I saw them on a decorated tray in on of the cabinets. Judging from the smell they were freshly picked today, 4 hours from now. 

I glanced towards Eishi and saw him working on a dish. Judging by his ingredients, he's making deviled eggs with crab. That reminded me of the entrance exam as I also made a deviled eggs dish.

I'm going to present my confectionary a bit differently. I'm going to bake vanilla cake and use my handmade violet flavored frosting. I'm then going to attach the macaron to the cake using caramel. I got this idea from another french dessert called croquembouche where custard-filled cream puffs are assembled in a pyramid shaped cake.

While I was waiting for my cake to bake, Eishi was already presenting his dish to the judges. As expected, they all blushed and some even moaned. Senzaemon ripped out his clothing while tasting it. Eishi walked to me holding a plate. "Would you like to try some, Moka?" I nodded and took the dish off his hands. I was wondering what kind of dish the First Seat would present with. 

When I ate it, I can already taste the many flaws in the dish. One main flaw is that Eishi didn't put himself into the dish, making it less... less... hmm? I don't know how to explain it. I feel like the dish would be more delicious if he actually tried putting himself into the dish instead of talking to it. 

"So, how is it?" he asked. I noticed he wasn't stuttering and confidence was basically oozing with every word. It made me want to break his newly formed ego. I'm not evil. I just wanted to help the poor boy who only known compliments throughout his whole life. 

As if my mouth had a brain of its own, I mumbled "it's alright..."

I then decided to direct my attention towards my own dish. 

In about 30 minutes I was done. I brought it up to them and I even made some for the others who weren't judging including Eishi. The delicate smell of violets wafted in the air and when they took a bite, I felt deja vu is going to happen. Before anything bad happens, I covered my eyes with my hands. It was a few seconds before all the moaning stopped. I thought everything would be fine, so I uncovered my eyes. I was so wrong. Oh dear god. 

Not only the clothing came off but their undergarments all came right off. I decided not to part take in the nude fest so I simply stared up at the ceiling. The moment I heard screams meant that they sobered up from their foodgasm and realized they were naked.