Shirou's clones number 30 million

"Boss, why are we going to the Nakiri family?"

"I want to taste the dishes made by Senzaemon Nakiri himself."

"Huh...? Have you already made a reservation?"

"No, but I have a lot of dirt on Totsuki Academy, which I can use as leverage."

"Boss, may I ask why?"

"Because of a promise, and also because as a future adversary, I want to see how deep the enemy is."

"But doesn't Boss have no sense of taste?"

"It has been restored."

"Impossible, right? Can damaged taste nerves really be restored?"

"If you don't believe me, you can come and see for yourself."

"Then...shall I begin?"

Chapter 58 Some things, even if you know them, are difficult to deal with.

Section 58, Chapter Fifty-Eight: Some things, even if you know them, are difficult to deal with.

In a traditional Japanese manor in Tokyo.

After his morning exercise, Senzaemon Nakiri sat on the wooden steps in the courtyard, holding a teacup and pouring himself a drink.

Soon after, his granddaughter, Erina Nakiri, wearing the Totsuki Academy uniform, walked over from another direction and stopped beside him.

"Grandpa, I... I've been feeling that something's off about the atmosphere at Totsuki Academy lately."

"A storm is brewing."

Senzaemon Nakiri sighed but offered no explanation.

The warning signs actually appeared more than a month ago.

After such a long investigation, he now knows who is targeting Totsuki.

However, even if you know some things, it's difficult to find a solution.

"Grandpa, do you know what happened?" Erina Nakiri couldn't help but ask.

"Erina, as a chef, no matter what happens in the future, you must remember that cooking skills are the foundation."

"what is going on?"

Senzaemon Nakiri didn't respond, because even if she knew, it wouldn't help; it would just create another source of trouble.

At this moment, the butler rushed over from the direction of the main gate, his face filled with anxiety, and said:

"Master, there are a lot of people outside. Judging from their aggressive manner, they seem to have ill intentions."

"oh…?"

Senzaemon Nakiri put down his teacup and was about to get up when he suddenly frowned.

In the distance, a young man, surrounded by dozens of bodyguards, was walking towards them.

Half a step behind him, a young woman dressed in office attire followed closely.

The bodyguards had bulges around their waists and chests, suggesting they were carrying weapons.

"They really came with ill intentions."

Senzaemon Nakiri sized up the young man for a moment, his brow furrowed slightly, and asked:

"You're Sakurai Shirou? You don't look like the rumors. Although the face shape is similar, isn't Sakurai supposed to be fat?"

"I've lost weight."

Shirou paused, looked back and forth between the two, and his gaze lingered on Erina Nakiri.

Upon seeing this, Senzaemon Nakiri suddenly stood up and blocked his granddaughter's path:

"Don't even think about targeting Erina. Your only enemies should be me and Managi, right?"

"You know about me?" Shirou's expression darkened, and a hint of Conqueror's Haki, mixed with a touch of dragon's might, involuntarily leaked out.

Senzaemon Nakiri felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and his breathing became rapid.

His granddaughter, Erina, who was standing beside him, was forced to take several steps back, her back pressed against the door frame, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Enough! Take my head, just please spare Erina."

"It seems you've been waiting for this day for a long time."

“I knew this day would come after I found out about your past two weeks ago.”

Shirou seemed to be deep in thought, his composure gradually calming down, and he asked in a deep voice:

"If that's the case, why not fight back? Half a month should be enough time."

"What good will it do? Your influence is spread all over the world. Even if you change the prime minister, it's just a matter of a word." Senzaemon Nakiri paused, then repeated, "You can take my head, just please spare Erina."

"Heh...that's truly touching. But do you think it's possible?" Shirou's gloom deepened.

Senzaemon Nakiri took a deep breath, slowly stepped forward, knelt down in a dogeza position, and spoke again:

"Take my head, but please spare Erina."

This scene left Shirou speechless.

The purpose of my visit today is not to start a war.

But because of his attitude, I got a little carried away just now.

"Can you make me a dish?"

"If this will make you let Erina go, I'd be happy to."

Behind Shirou, Minesaki Yaeko stared in disbelief, head bowed, lost in thought.

Until just now, she had always believed that Shirou Sakurai had made a reservation for the Nakiri family's meal in advance.

'What on earth happened? Didn't I come here today to have a meal? Why did it turn out like this?'

'Furthermore, why did Mr. Nakiri say that Boss's influence extends across the globe? Was Boss not just the president of a large construction company?'

Why is the outwardly known, tough-minded Mr. Nakiri so subservient to the Boss? Even if it's for his granddaughter…?

She followed closely behind Shirou Sakurai, occasionally glancing up at him.

"Speaking of which, after Boss lost weight yesterday, he seemed to look several years younger, almost the same as when we first met seven years ago."

When Yaeko Minesaki walked over to Erina Nakiri, who was still leaning against the door frame, she looked at the anger and fear in Erina's eyes and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but she opened her mouth and then stopped herself from speaking.

As a secretary, although she had used her own methods to stop many of Shirou Sakurai's indiscriminate killings over the past seven years, it was all done in the shadows.

She simply didn't have the guts to openly stop her.

Several tens of minutes later, inside the Nakiri family restaurant.

"Please use it; this is a work that embodies all my hard work."

Senzaemon Nakiri, dressed in a chef's uniform, stood solemnly beside the dining table.

On the table were three dishes: sea bream sashimi, dried fish snacks, and seafood soup.

Shirou turned around and glanced at him, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of sashimi, and gently bit into it.

In that instant, it was as if a vision of ocean breeze appeared before my eyes, and a strong appetite arose in my heart.

In the blink of an eye, all three dishes were eaten.

"Is this the cuisine that stands at the pinnacle of the world?"

“In the future, I will establish a new culinary academy to compete with Totsuki Culinary Academy in a fair manner.”

Senzaemon Nakiri let out a long sigh of relief and tentatively asked:

"So, you're willing to let Erina go? What about Managi...?"

“You two are outsiders, I can pretend you don’t exist, but that woman Nakiri Managi, I will make her experience hell.”

"I'm willing to take Managi's place..."

"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill her. Sometimes living is more painful than dying."

"Ugh……"

Senzaemon Nakiri sighed softly and didn't press the matter further.

In any case, it's good that Erina is safe.

As for Managi, we can only take it one step at a time.

At that moment, a male voice came from outside the door:

"Commander-in-Chief, there are so many people here, what happened?"

Soon, the sounds of bodyguards preventing him from entering could be heard outside.

"Let him in," Shirou said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Boss."

The next moment, a middle-aged man walked in.

He stood at the doorway, looked around, and then fixed his gaze on Shirou. He hesitated, then asked tentatively:

"Who are you to Shiro Sakurai?"

"I am Shirou Sakurai."

"No, I heard from Soma that Sakurai is a big fat man."

The man paused for a moment, then said seriously:

"However, since you put it that way, I'll assume you're Sakurai."

“Yesterday, you won my shop from Soma and caused him a lot of psychological trauma.”

"I originally intended to ask the Commander-in-Chief to check your file today, but since you're here, that's perfect."