Food Wars: A Chef's Philosophy

Chapter 1: God's Tongue

Finally getting a good look at Totsuki, I realize just how big it is. Craning my neck up, I saw buildings of all sorts leading up a daunting mountain where you could barely see the top. It must be a massive pain going from one building to another. What if you needed to get to a place at the top of the mountain? What do they use all these buildings for? Do they even use all of them? What kind of school needs this many buildings in the first place?

    Saving my questions for another time, I headed to the gates before stopping in my tracks, hearing a cry of despair.

    "GAAAAHH!"

    I searched for where the voice was coming from to see two people around my age kneeling on the floor, looking like their lives were over.

    "I'm done for. My life is over," one of them said.

    Wait, seriously?

    I was thoroughly confused, although I didn't show it. My face was blank and unmoving, as I rarely used my face muscles anyway. It's too much trouble.

    Deciding to ignore them, I turned to leave, only to see someone kneeling in front of a guard, begging them to let their son return for a large sum of money in return.

    Seriously? Well, I guess my parents wouldn't send me here for nothing.

    Not wanting to think about it too hard, I walked through the gates and took a look around. What I noticed was that most of the people wandering around were around my age, and most, if not all of them had bodyguards and looked like pompous, pampered young masters and mistresses. When they noticed me and my attire, most of them scrunched their noses in disgust.

    I didn't bother getting mad though, because it exhausts a lot of unnecessary energy, and because I couldn't really blame them. I was wearing cheap grey sweatpants with a baggy sky blue hoodie and dirty white ad*das. I guess I looked like a peasant in their eyes, but really, I was far from it.

    I continued on my way to the transfer examination hall, slightly dragging my feet and yawned hoping to get this over with quickly.

    Sigh, what a pain.

-Time Skip-

    I walked into the examination hall to see a handful of other students muttering and whispering to each other.

    "Hey, is that... "

    "Y-yeah."

    Wanting to see what all the commotion (if you could even call it that) was about, I was going to push my way through the crowd, only to give up before trying. I didn't want to use up more energy than necessary, so I just decided to listen and wait.

    "Greetings, transfer applicants," said a female voice coming from the front of the crowd.

    "I am Nakiri Erina, and I have been assigned to judge today's transfer exam."

    Peaking through the crowd, I saw a girl with long honey blonde hair that flows just above her lower back. Her side bangs partially cross her cheeks and go down all the way to her neck. She has purple-pinkish eyes and was wearing a school uniform.

She looks about the same age as me. She's the examiner? Wait a minute, she looks familiar... Ugh, what a pain. I don't want to waste anymore brain power than I already have. Meh, it'll come to me eventually.

Deciding not to ponder over it any longer, I (tried to) focused on what Nakiri was saying.

"Any word from the exam division?" she asked the girl next to her, who was clutching a clipboard to her chest. The girl has short pink hair with bangs that reach to the length of her chin. She has pink eyes and was wearing the same uniform as Nakiri.