Shirou's clones number 30 million

Borsalino pulled out a chair, sat down beside him, and suggested with a smile:

"She's too young. Why not send her to the Navy Headquarters for training for a while?"

"There's no need for that; real-world experience is the best teacher."

Shirou had also considered sending it to the Marine Headquarters, as he had suggested.

But if you think about it carefully, even if you go to the Navy Headquarters for a few years of training, you'll only be at most Smoker's level after you come out.

It's not exactly weak, but on a global scale, it's certainly not up to par.

Rather than that, it's better to keep her by my side. Who knows, maybe one day a version of myself specializing in swordsmanship will enter the white mist space.

"Oh dear... we almost won, what a pity," Borsalino said with a smile.

Two seconds ago, Kuina thrust her sword into the eye socket of the hooded pirate, just one step away from victory.

But she hesitated for a moment, and her weakness was immediately exploited, causing her to lose a great opportunity to win.

"There's nothing we can do about it. You can't expect a girl who's never been far from home to kill someone without any scruples, can you?"

Suddenly, Kuina dodged her opponent's blade with an uncanny movement, slid behind him, and stabbed his right arm with her sword.

Clang!

The knife fell to the ground. The hooded pirate clutched his right arm, enduring the pain, and remained silent with his head down.

"I won!"

Snap! Snap!

Shirou clapped his hands several times and laughed:

"Not bad, what kind of sword technique was that just now?"

“It’s not swordsmanship.” Kuina shook her head slightly. “I just suddenly realized that I could do that.”

"Very good. In battle, you have to use your brain and use your own strengths to attack your opponent's weaknesses."

Shirou smiled, and with a thought, a bottle of medicine appeared out of thin air in his right hand. He then turned his gaze toward CP0.

"Feed him this, but don't feed him the whole thing, just one-fifth is enough."

"Yes."

CP0 immediately took the potion, pressed down on the hooded pirate's jaw, and forced him to drink one-fifth of it.

Feeling his arms gradually return to normal, the hat-wearing pirate was overjoyed, but also filled with fear and unease.

"Next, break his left leg."

"Yes."

"Guina, he's stronger than you again this time. Why don't you give it a try?"

“This…” Guina looked reluctant.

Shirou shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice:

"He's a ruthless pirate, a mass murderer, his hands stained with blood, possibly including newborn babies and newlywed young women..."

The hat-wearing pirate seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, CP0 grabbed him by the neck, forcing him to swallow his words back.

"I understand." Kuina's expression gradually hardened as she slowly walked up to the hooded pirate and said softly, "I'm sorry, but I'll give you a quick death. Please advise me!"

Kuina doesn't mind fighting with crippled pirates, but she strongly dislikes the idea of ​​repeatedly torturing them.

Therefore, in the time that followed, these pirates became disposable sparring partners.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Still So Fond of Taking Pleasure

Section 69, Chapter Sixty-Eight: Still So Fond of Taking Pleasure

The world of Shoji.

"It's more impressive than I imagined, but there's hardly anyone here? I guess it's no wonder it was built in just two days?"

Soma Yukihira stood before the wide-open gates of Seiyo Academy, his expression subtle, and unconsciously sighed.

Can a school built in just two days really recruit any people?

Through the gate, you can see that the school is deserted, giving you a sense of quiet during a holiday.

"Sigh... Am I just going to waste the next three years here?"

Just then, the sound of casual conversation gradually drifted up from behind:

"Why on earth? Our school may not be famous, but it shouldn't suddenly close down, right?"

"It's not that it's closed down, it's that it's been merged with another school."

"What's the difference? I'm so angry! I specifically chose this school because it was close to home, but suddenly it's gone, and I have to go to school so far away."

"Huh...? This is the first time I've heard of you choosing a school because it's close to home?

"Of course! If it weren't for the fact that it's close to home, I would have gone to Totsuki Academy long ago. Why would I go to a small, unknown school?"

"That's great. I ended up at my previous school because I didn't pass Totsuki Academy's entrance exam. By the way, if you don't want to come here, you should be able to transfer to another school closer to home, right?"

"Do you think I don't want to? But the new school's conditions are just too good. The top ten in culinary arts will get huge scholarships and opportunities to travel abroad..."

Soma Yukihira stared blankly at the two of them, then quickly realized that other culinary schools had been incorporated into this place.

I see. No wonder that guy wasn't worried about the students and teachers.

However, they must have used some underhanded methods to get the other school merged into this area, right?

Noticing that Soma Yukihira was staring blankly at her, the long-haired girl on her left stopped and teased:

"Look what I found? A rare species."

"What rare species?" The girl on the right, wearing glasses, looked surprised.

"Hehe...a simpleton, isn't that rare?"

"Hmm...that is indeed quite rare."

The two girls were less than two meters apart, and they were clearly mocking Yukihira Soma right in front of him.

Therefore, Soma Yukihira couldn't help but retort:

"Who are you calling an idiot? You guys actually came all the way to school to learn how to cook? How stupid! Isn't this something anyone with hands can do?"

"Tch...so he's just an amateur." The long-haired girl glanced at him dismissively and shook her head slightly. "What a headache. Not just anyone can be a chef. You idiot who thinks he's a master chef just because he can cook a few dishes. You should transfer schools as soon as possible."

"Oh...? So you think you're a very good cook?"

"I didn't say that, but I'm probably ten times better than you."

While speaking, the long-haired girl even made a "ten" gesture.

"Is that so?" Soma Yukihira's lips curled up slightly as he said confidently, "A chef should let his skills speak for themselves. Since you think you are ten times better than me, then let's have a cooking contest!"

"Sure, but if I win, you'll have to tie my shoelaces every day for the next three years."

"Okay! I have the same conditions on my end."

……

"Boss, why am I the one who should be the principal?"

Inside the chairman's office of Zhengyang Academy, Minezaki Yaeko sat at her desk and asked curiously.

"What? You don't want to be one?" Shirou chuckled.

"No, but it just feels a little awkward."

Do you know what a principal is supposed to do?

"Yes, I consulted several former principals yesterday and have a general understanding of it."

"Then let's give it a try. If it doesn't work out, I'll find someone else."

"Boss, may I ask you a question?"

"Ask away."

A hint of confusion appeared on Minezaki Yaeko's face, and she unconsciously thought to herself:

Why does it feel like the boss has become a little gentler since he lost weight that day?

"Um... why establish Zhengyang Academy? If it's for revenge, there must be more ways, right?"

"Revenge? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Shirou chuckled and said coldly:

"I did this simply to bring Totsuki down from its pedestal."

"The world's premier culinary school, with graduates who are all super elites? Ridiculous."

“Students are trained in a way that resembles raising poisonous insects, and beneath each graduate lie the remains of countless failures.”

Ultimately, they are telling the world in their own way that cooking is a talent-based game. People without talent are not qualified to be chefs.

"Whether it's the theory of talent or the theory of bloodline, these are the things I hate the most."

"From beginning to end, I have only believed in one thing—the power of hard work; where there's a will, there's a way."

"Therefore, I want to use my own methods to tell the world that as long as you work hard, you will definitely succeed. The reason you haven't succeeded is simply because you haven't worked hard enough."

So that's what the boss was thinking!

Minesaki Yaeko stared intently at Shirou, thinking to herself:

So handsome!

"Then...why did Boss go to such great lengths to recruit Soma Yukihira? According to Boss's philosophy, he's also a gifted individual, right?"

"No, Soma Yukihira is not a gifted person; on the contrary, he is a determined hard worker."

Shirou shook his head slightly, rejecting her judgment.

Compared to Erina Nakiri's divine tongue, Akira Hayama's extraordinary sense of smell, and Subaru Mimasaka's ability to imitate, Soma Yukihira only possesses the culinary experience honed through childhood duels with his father, as well as a quick-witted mind.

Soma Yukihira, in any case, cannot be categorized as a product of natural talent.