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Chapter 1

In a small shopping district in Tokyo, there's a small eatery named Western Restaurant Nekoya. Working there were five teenage chefs that the master took in. With them working there, the qualities of the food served went through the roof and the place's popularity only grew. The restaurant was currently packed on a Friday and they were busy in the kitchen.

"Hey, Master?" said the red haired one. "I've been meaning to ask. This is supposed to be a western restaurant, right? So why is there stuff like braised pork belly on the menu?"

"Oh, that? I asked my grandad the same thing one time," said the master. "Western typically means from across the sea. In fact, if you look at the map, pretty much anything that's not originally from Japan is western. Besides, it's a restaurant. As long as the food's good, who really cares."

"Well, can't argue with that."

"Hey, Soma!" said a blond tanned girl. "How 'bout less talking and more cooking?!"

"Right! On it!"

Later that night, after all the other staff members left, the master talked to the five teens as they were leaving.

"Alright then. I'll see five tomorrow."

"Yup. See ya then," said Soma for them.

On the next day, that was when the secret to the restaurant happened. A secret that showed just how amazing and special the restaurant was. That was when, on Saturday, the door to the restaurant connected to another world, and its residents would come to enjoy the food from the other world.

"Here you go," said a girl with blue hair. When she wasn't cooking in the kitchen, she was on the floor, handing out meals. "Teriyaki chicken with seishu to drink. Please enjoy."

"Aw, thank you, Megumi," said the old man in dark garbs. As Megumi left, the old man took a piece of chicken into his mouth, followed by white rice. "No doubt about it, Teriyaki chicken pairs the best with this white rice."

"Utter nonsense, Teriyaki," said an old man with a long white beard sitting next to him. "This pork loin-cutlet is quite clearly what pairs the best with white rice." He took a break from his meal to wash it down with a drink of draft beer.

"I can't listen to this," said a tanned old man wearing rags. "Curry rice is best. The truth is located right there in the dish's name. Curry rice is obviously best suited to rice."

"Give me seconds!" roared a lion-man as he stood. "Pork cutlet rice bowl! It cannot exist without rice."

Sitting at another table was a lizardman, calmly eating his omelette rice. "Heavenly," was all he said after he swallowed a bite.

"I'm talking about what goes best with white rice," said Teriyaki. "The dishes you've mentioned are in a different category." The old tan man in rags stood up from his seat from that.

"Are you truly implying curry rice does not contain white rice? This man is blind, aren't you?!"

"Uh, maybe if we could all just calm down a bit? Please?" asked Megumi as her worry began to grow, and it showed on her face.

"Another bowl! And make haste!" roared the lion as the lizardman enjoyed another bite of omelette rice.

"Give me one of those to try," said the old white man as his chopsticks reached to grab one of the pieces of teriyaki on the other man's plate. "I shall taste it for you."

"There at it again," said the tanned blond girl. She and the other kids could hear the arguing as the two men fought over the piece of chicken meat.

"Oh great, what is it about this time," said the tanned girl as she checked on the pork cutlet.

"Well, from the sound of it," said a tanned boy with white hair tied in a ponytail, "they're arguing over which of their meals goes best with rice."

"Oh, that sounds like a tough one," said Soma.

"Soma, do us a favor and don't get involved," said a blond Italian boy.

"Let it go, Pork Loin-Cutlet!"

"I shall do no such thing!"

"I have no patience for your buffoonery!"

"But Teriyaki, how else am I to ascertain wither or not your uncultured claim is an accurate assessment?"

While Pork Loin-Cutlet was in his battle with Teriyaki, it gave the old tanned man a chance to take a piece of his meal and put it on his own plate.

"Hey! Put that down! Don't eat my food!"

"And you don't eat mine!" said Teriyaki.

Pork Loin-Cutlet could only watch as the old man ate the meat with some of his curry rice. The happy wide eye look that appeared on his face showed that the combination was a success. While that happened, the two pairs of chopsticks fighting over the chicken slipped. The two men could only watch as the piece of chicken fell to the floor.

"Now that's a waste," said Soma as he watched from the sidelines.

"This isn't half bad," said the tanned old man. "In fact, let me try another bite."

Before he could, however, Teriyaki got up from his seat, ready to draw his sword. Pork Loin-Cutlet responded by readying his staff. The old tan man held his spoon lit a knife. The lion-man stood up with his fangs barred. Even the lizardman stood up after slamming his tail into the ground, ready for a fight.

"WAIT! PLEASE STOP!" cried Megumi as she got in between everyone.

"Calm down, everyone," said the tanned boy. "You're starting to get a little rowdy."

"Need we remind you all that this is a restaurant? Not a battlefield?" said the blond boy.

"They're right," said the master. "So, if you wanna keep this up, well, the people here will never cook for any of you again."

This caught the attention of everyone.

"Megumi, my dear," said Pork Loin-Cutlet, "you wouldn't really let him carry out that threat now, would you?"

"Uh, sorry, Mr. Altorius," said the scared shaking girl. "But he was kind enough to give me and my friends a chance here, even though we're just kids. So, um, with that, and the fact that we work for him, I, uh, I'm afraid I'd have to."

The customers were silent for a bit after that before admitting defeat and sitting back down.

"Fair enough," said Pork Loin-Cutlet, now known as Altorius. "Shall we just try to enjoy our meal then?"

"Yeah," said Teriyaki. Megumi let out a sigh of relief, glad that the danger had passed.

As the time passed, the meals where paid and the dinners left. After that, the week passed and it was Saturday morning again and Soma, Megumi, along with the other three walked on in.

"Morning," Soma called in for them. They walked back to see a girl that couldn't be much older than them with blond hair tied in twin tails and small black gout horns, wearing a waitress uniform. "Huh? What's going on here?"

"Yeah, who the hell is this?" asked the blond tan girl.

"Ah, guys, you're hear," said the master as he waved them over. "This is Aletta. She's a demon from the other side. She's going to be working as hear on Saturdays from now on as a new waitress. Aletta, these where the others I was telling you about. The girl with blond hair is Ikumi Mito. She's more skilled than anyone else here in dealing with meat dishes."

"Nice to meet you," said Ikumi.

"The boy with blond hair Takumi Aldini, our resident expert in Italian cuisine. Those are things like pasta and such."

"It's far more than just pasta, but I digress. A pleasure."

"The tanned boy with white hair is Akira Hayama. He specializes in spices of all kinds and dishes like curry."

"Looking forward to working with you."

"Now this fine young lady is Megumi Tadokoro. When she's not passing out meals, she in the kitchen putting her skills in seafood cooking to use."

"Hello there. Thanks for the help in advance."

"And last but certainly not least, this red haired on is Soma Yukihira. He's what you'd call a jack-of-all-trades in the kitchen. He whips up some of the most amazing dishes I have ever had the pleasure of eating."

"Hey there! Welcome to the team!"

"It's nice to meet all of you," said Aletta.

"By the way, Aletta," said the master, "you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

"Uh, no sir."

"Well then, Soma, how about you cook us all something to enjoy?"

"Just leave it to me," said Soma as he got to work. He soon got to work. Aletta just stood by and watched as he went through the magic of turning ingredients into an amazing dish. A fruity smell soon caught her nose.

It's… He's…incredible… she thought. "What are you making?"

"Just a little something I make for my friends."

"I can tell what it is just from the smell of it," said Akira.

"That's no surprise," said Takumi.

"Just you wait, Aletta," said the tanned boy. "It's light, health, and a great way to start the day."

"Uh, ok," she said before sitting down with the rest of them. They sat and waited until Soma brought each of them their meal.

"Order up! Apple risotto. Dig in while it's hot."

"Right. Thank you," said Aletta before she put her hands together. "God of demons is good. God of demons is great. Let us thank him for this food. By his blessings we are fed." The others chuckled at this as Aletta was embarrassed by the old habit.

Aletta took a bite from the meal. Her eyes widen from the sudden rush of flavor. "What is this?!" she gasped. She started eating the meal with great fervor. It wasn't long before everything on her plate was gone. "That was amazing," she sighed in satisfaction.

"Glad you liked it," Soma said with a smile.

"Impressive, isn't it?" asked the master. "From what I could gather, I must admit it, each one of these kids is a great chef then me."

"What?! Really?!"

"Yup. But don't forget, I'm still in charge around here. And speaking of which, everyone get ready. It's almost time to open."

"Yes sir!"