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Normally I don't use honorifics but since the story takes place in Japan I'm going to be using them for some gag bits.

Clint's POV

*YAWN!*

I groaned getting out of bed. My name's Clint DeMister and I'm a student at Totsuki Culinary Academy. Originally I'm from America, Texas specifically. Home of Cowboys and Barbecue I pride myself on similar cooking. I grew up around all sorts of pit masters and competitive chefs so I have a little bit of experience.

I'm a pretty good looking dude, black hair to the shoulders, muscular slightly tanned skin, pretty average yet the girls seem to like me.

"I best get going." I said tying my boots "Or Miss Erina is gonna had my hide."

I threw my hat on and headed towards the stadium where I was supposed to meet Erina, she's kinda like my boss…I just stick behind he and do what she asks, she's not someone who I'd like to disappoint.

"Quite a crowd." I said walking up into Erina's private box "Morning Hisako"

"Good morning."

"You're late…" Erina growled.

"Aww Don't go making that face now darlin'."

"How many times must I tell you, don't call me darling…it's Erina-sama to you."

"You Japanese and your honorifics." I laughed "Loosen up."

"So…" I tipped my hat up "How's it going."

"They just started." Erina said.

"Ikumi and that Soma feller…" I said "He's an interesting one alright."

"Ikumi will crush him and remove him from this school."

"Aww shucks…that ain't no fun." I smiled.

"That accent of yours is atrocious." Erina mumbled.

"Thank ya kindly." I smirked.

I looked through the glass and watched Ikumi hack away at a whole cow.

"She brought out the big guns…" I said "And I'm not talking about the ones on her chest."

"Ugh…" Erina sighed "I employee you again why?"

"Because." I smirked "I rocked your tongue like nothing else before."

"Hmph." Erina flung her hair in my face.

"She's browning it." I observed "But Yukihira he's just chopping onions…he hasn't touched his meat yet."

"What does he have?" Hisako said "Maybe it's in that bag."

Yukihira reached into a shopping bag and pulled out short loin, which he got for half off.

"HAHAHA!" I laughed "I like this guy!"

Ikumi walked away taunting Yukihira "Instead of screwing around you should start packing."

She stuck a rod into her meat and with a flick of her tongue was able to tell the temperature.

"Do you know what supports her cooking?" Erina asked Hisako.

"The power she has to handle meat on the bone?"

"Yes…but not entirely." Erina said "It's her sensibility. The lips are the most heat sensitive part of the body, hers are so sensitive she can tell an exact temperature with them."

"She shines when touching meat, look at her fingers she shows the meat love and doesn't hold back. She's like a pianist preforming a solo."

"Really it just looks like she's rubbing the round to me."

"It's a metaphor!"

"But have you noticed…" I said "Yukihira hasn't taken his eyes off his own dish, he doesn't care about anything but his own dish."

The rest of the match went on without much favor and then the bell rang to signify the end of the bout.

"Interesting..." I said "Ikumi has gone for a very aesthetic look."

Ikumi presented first, her dish was layered so it looked like a beautiful flower. The judges really like it, to the point they felt no need to even taste Yukihira's dish.

"There's garlic rice below the meat." I pointed out "Interesting take…"

"She's won."

"Are you sure?" I smirked "You haven't even seen what her opponent has brought to the party."

"That fool doesn't belong."

"You know Miss…I wonder why you hate this guy so much." I said "Just what did he do to make you so angry…is it perhaps, that he's actually a good cook?"

"You silence now." She glared.

"What's the title of your dish?" the announcer asked Soma.

"Uhh…Chaplin Steak Don?"

"I see…he softened a tough meat with onions." I smirked "Nice thinking…"

The judges took one bite and stared reviling in Yukihira's dish, they loved the taste and the way he prepped the meat with wine and onions.

"What's the trick, there's something mixed with the rice."

"It's pickled plums."

"What a wild guy." I laughed "Plums and rice! He made the rice and meat sing in harmony instead of clashing like Ikumi's dish. She treated the rice as an afterthought and now it's come back to bite her."

"Would you stop cackling like a madman?" Erina groaned.

"It's time for the judges to cast their votes, please select the chef who you felt made the best dish within the theme of this Shokugeki!"

It was unanimous, 3-0 Yukihira. Ikumi looked defeated when she looked up at Erina's box.

"The kitchen I gave her…take it back."

"Yes Ma'am." Hisako nodded.

"You sure about that?" I said following Erina "One lose and your gonna cut her loose."

"I…and this academy, have no use for incompetent chefs."

"Jeez you stuffy types take all this stuff to seriously, cooking about having fun and sharing your creations, it's not supposed to be so serious." I smiled.

"We are the elite…and that is all that's needed her."

"So stuffy…" I smirked.

The smirk left my face and I got serious "So Miss…shall I take care of him for you?"

"No we have more important things to deal with." She said keeping her stride "The camp is approaching and we can't afford to slack. Not that I have anything to worry about."

"Yes Ma'am." I said "I'll begin to help Hisako with your preparations."

"Clint…" she looked at me "I trust you and Hisako more than anyone; you are the right and left hands of the God Tongue."

"How kind of you." I smiled "I won't let ya down. Because I owe you Miss Erina."

"You owe my nothing." She said.

"Do you remember how we met Miss?" I asked "It was just after I moved here from America."

"Yes I do recall…

"My Japanese wasn't so good, so nobody could hold a decent conversation with me, but you…"

I smiled.

"You knew bits and pieces of English, you were the first person to talk with me, without making fun of my poor English."

"And in exchange for me teaching you Japanese, you taught me and Hisako English."

"That I did." I nodded "I'll always be there for ya Miss."

"I trust you more than anything." She smiled.

I won't ever disappoint you Miss Erina…not after the kindness you showed me.

AN

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I decided to do a Shokugeki No Soma story, because I felt like it. I keep kicking myself for starting more stories but I get these ideas and i need to type them up and then I finish and I'm like "Well no point in having it rot on my laptop. might as well post it!"

Next Time- Camp!

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