Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 334 - 333: Waving the Sword at the Sky

Chapter 334: Chapter 333: Waving the Sword at the Sky

Evening.

At the entrance of the Xia’s branch, several food journalists stationed there saw a pair of headline personalities coming out of the restaurant vestibule.

They stood still at the entrance.

"We lost..."

"We lost!"

Takai Masashi and Hase Ichiro had faces full of defeat.

Hase was slightly better; after all, he was older, and his mental state was much better than Takai Masashi, who was in his prime. Moreover, he was defeated outright, with his dual-layer imprint cuisine being thoroughly crushed. He was only in awe, with no regrets left.

But for Takai Masashi, it was different.

After tasting Xia Yu’s fish carpaccio, a group of diners lost interest in Takai Masashi’s "Beer Red Pepper Golden Shrimp." In the end, they only took a small bite, showing indifferent expressions.

What shocked them the most was the second part of the private food duel—

Tasting each other’s dishes and evaluating them!

But the three of them remained silent in this segment, saying not a single word of nonsense because the chefs had already expressed what they wanted to say through the dishes they poured their hearts into.

"Takai, stay strong!"

Hase Ichiro didn’t say much to console him, only patted Takai Masashi on the shoulder and then got in the car and left.

"President—"

Another black sedan approached, with the window of the driver’s seat rolling down. A young driver asked, "So, did you defeat that ’youngest Super Chef in the history of Neon’?"

Takai simply shook his head in silence.

His mind was still filled with vivid culinary imagery.

An infinite sky.

Under that vast blue sky, he seemed so insignificant, so small, even though he wielded the chef’s knife known as the ’blade of the heart,’ he could only swing it aimlessly toward the sky, drawing his sword and looking around in confusion, unable to find an opponent.

Was he challenging the world?

Where was the sky?

And the ground, was it for him to swing his knife at wild slash?

The deep sense of powerlessness was something Takai Masashi had never encountered in his twenty years of culinary pursuit.

However, he had one thing in common with Hase Ichiro, and that was losing with conviction!

"The shadow of ’sure kill’!"

Takai Masashi muttered, "In the Neon Food World, chefs who master the sure-kill dishes related to sashimi, Lin Chefs, Dragon Chefs, are countable on one hand. Is he already at the pinnacle in the field of sashimi at just sixteen?"

The more he thought, the heavier his heart felt.

That vast and boundless blue sky might directly reflect the mental state of a chef.

The inner world of that teenager was very, very large. His vision was not limited by age, not confined by nationality or borders, nor was it restricted by the so-called Chinese cuisine.

Vaguely, Takai Masashi saw the shadows of those prodigies from a hundred years ago in Xia Yu.

It’s just a pity the food world changed greatly, with fantasy ingredients invading, and since World War II, decades have passed without the appearance of a minor Super Chef.

"Sigh... A sixteen-year-old Super Chef!" Takai Masashi sincerely acknowledged Xia Yu’s strength.

He needed no Super Chef badge.

Under the throne of this young man now lay the bones of two Special Chefs.

The opponents’ remains were the strongest proof.

And as one of the defeated, Takai Masashi felt nothing but powerlessness, with not a hint of desire for justice or any motivation to regroup and fight again.

"Let’s go!"

Getting into the car, barely mustering the energy to speak to the driver, Takai Masashi leaned back against the soft seat, his eyes closed, deeply immersed in the lingering culinary imagery in his mind.

It truly was a vast blue sky.

...

"System: Task [Overwhelming Pressure] has been completed."

"Acquired talent—[Analytical Eye]."

"Cooking level lv33 → lv35."

Counting the two Talent Points gifted with this level-up, unknowingly, Xia Yu had accumulated 9 Talent Points, just 1 point short of instantly leveling up a cooking skill to its maximum.

[Arhat Crystal Slash] was something he still needed to learn, especially after tasting his fish carpaccio this time and sensing that his knife skills were still lacking a certain flair, Xia Yu’s desire to learn it became even stronger!

Buy, buy, buy! To truly restore the recipe of [Fierce Ice Fresh Carving Mountain] quickly, elevating it to the "sure-kill" level!

"System, how many Fame Points do I currently have?"

"Currently available Fame Points: 151,102..."

A little over 150,000?

Xia Yu looked satisfied, seeing this harvest was well worth the advertisement he ran in [Taste Weekly].

Moreover, although Yuchuan Ayaka’s shoutout to him yesterday through the air was annoying to Xia Yu, the gain in Fame Points was undeniable, as it sparked a heated discussion, leading more people to try to focus and understand him.

And that’s how the Fame Points came in.

"Purchase the cooking skill [Arhat Crystal Slash]!"

"Loss of 15,000 Fame Points."

It was the same purple-quality cooking skill, and it was of the same grade as Seven-star Breaking Army Rapid Cutting and Fierce Bull Green Dragon Slash.

Without hesitation, he allocated all 9 of his accumulated Talent Points to the newly learned knife technique cooking skill. Xia Yu was about to communicate with the Chef God Space to try it out when, unexpectedly, his right arm was suddenly pulled.

"Let me see the wound, don’t move."

A gentle voice said. Sen Tian Makoto carefully held his arm in her embrace, unwrapped the bandage, and inspected the blood-stained gauze. Her beautiful eyebrows noticeably furrowed.

"Better go to the hospital!"

She raised her eyes to Xia Yu and said with sparkling eyes.

"I’m confident in my recovery ability, no need to worry," Xia Yu chuckled lightly.

To outsiders, their interaction seemed so natural, with no sense of abruptness.

Even Xia Yu and Sen Tian Makoto themselves felt nothing unusual.

It was just normal physical contact.

"Impressive! My Instructor Xia!"

Yoshino Yuuki came forward, circling around Xia Yu. Her big eyes were shining, "You defeated two newly promoted Special Chefs!"

"Newly promoted?"

Xingping Chuangzhen said dully from not far away, "I won’t talk about Mr. Takai because his dish came third. We tasted Instructor Xia’s dish first, so we couldn’t give a fair assessment."

"However, Mr. Hase is absolutely not at a newly promoted level!"

Everyone agreed, but even so, they still found the victory Xia Yu easily achieved hard to believe.

Xia Yu was as calm as the clouds and wind, showing no obvious joy from this victory.

But outsiders couldn’t remain calm.

Mars and Elizabeth quietly walked out of the kitchen, standing in the courtyard bathed in the sunset’s orange-red glow.

"Full! I don’t want to eat anything today!" Elizabeth covered her small belly, her tongue playfully sticking out, licking the corners of her lips. Suddenly she said, "Uncle Mars, you must bring him to the United States!"

Mars was stunned, "Why?"

"Because that way, it will be easier for me to eat his sashimi without having to specifically fly to Neon." Elizabeth said as if it were obvious.

"Hehe!"

Mars just chuckled softly.

"By the way!"

Elizabeth glanced at the kitchen, leaned closer, and whispered, "I recorded a video!"

"Hmm?"

Mars glanced sideways, seeing Elizabeth lift her wrist with an expensive ladies’ watch, flaunting it slightly. She chuckled, "The micro camera has a video backup, and simultaneously, my laptop at the hotel received a backup! Double insurance!"

Mars blinked, pulled open his black coat, and pointed at the tie on his chest.

"I recorded it too."

"Should we upload it?"

"Of course... we shouldn’t!"

"Huh?"

Elizabeth’s forehead was full of question marks.

"Let’s wait and see. With so many people present, it’s not necessarily our place to leak it." Mars smiled, "If you still want to invite him to the United States, then you need to show him at least some respect."