One bald elitist

Once everyone was back at the hotel, Okisato filled them in on why the match took so long.

"I knew it! And that bitch had the gall to berate me for calling out the Frenchies. Well jokes on her cuz you guys swept em 4-0 too."

Mimoko scowled as she stared at her phone. Even though the night was still young, the cafeteria was likely to be closed, meaning if she wanted to try and get some sweets, she'd need to either go with Ubel eats or venture into one of the hotel's other restaurants, including the secret puzzle cafe.

"What's wrong?" Okisato asked.

"I want food. Tanabe-kun, do you know if the hotel restaurant or the secret puzzle cafe here serve sweets?"

"What sweets?"

"Palatschinke, Hortobágyi palacsinta, and Dobos torte," Mimoko mumbled as her cheeks went red.

"For the secret puzzle cafe, just check the app. Pretty sure they have various regional dishes, and if not yet, I'm sure they will once the one in Tokyo gets word of them. But now that you mention it, since the main cafeteria is closed, I'll need to eat elsewhere. Guess now's a good time to checkout the fancy restaurant here."

"You paying? Then I'm in," Iori grinned.

"I'm not offering to pay, or go on a date with anyone. And if the prices look to be too expensive, I'll just head for the secret puzzle cafe."

"Welp, I tried. I'll still tag along though."

The three made their way to the restaurant, and upon getting there, decided to dine there after seeing the prices were reasonable.

"Guess I'll order something cheap. Last thing I want is to get hooked on some luxury food I need to spend hundreds on just for a cracker-sized portion," Iori grumbled as she read the menu.

Some nearby patrons turned their heads and shot glares at Iori.

"Looks like they heard you," Mimoko groaned as she buried her face in the menu.

"And? Have you seen the shit they serve rich people? Cracker-sized shit on a mini plate! It's nothing but a glorified sample cafe, except you gotta pay millions just for a single one! I can eat more and pay less just by eating a bunch of free samples at Costco!"

"But you need a membership-"

"Yeah, but it's more affordable, and worth the price since it allows you access to a bunch of shit. Plus they got the food court, which is cheap, and-"

"And I think you need to shut your mouth," a female voice snarled.

Everyone turned to notice a well-dressed woman with orange eyebrows and a shiny bald head. It was Dr. Baldie Botes, the trillionaire trader of Johannesburg. Flanking her was Bernadetta and a woman with short orange and black hair named, Dr. Bora Vermaak.

"And can we help you?" Okisato asked.

"Cease your drivel, man. My business is with the rube of a woman that clearly does not belong," Baldie glared.

"Her? Hmm, ya know that hair looks familiar... Think I've seen it somewhere on Ewetube," Bora smiled as she leaned down on the table to get a better look at Iori's face.

"BORA! MANNERS! And need I ask why you're wearing sneakers? This is a high-class dining establishment!"

"Hey, these sneakers are coated with onyx and cost a pretty million. Besides, I'm an athlete, so I can get away with it."

"It's as the girl says! "Drip" I believe is the proper term, and a fine term it is!" a female voice boomed.

Everyone turned to notice a woman with long black jagged hair that obscured her right eye. She was garbed in ancient Egyptian attire, with the exception of her fancy-looking gold and black running shoes. Flanking her was a bald and browless woman garbed in similar attire and a young girl with a short black bob who appeared to be wearing a similar white dress to her compatriots, though had decided to wear a futuristic-looking blue jacket over it, and pair the attire with some sneakers with light-up soles.

Baldie scowled as she recognized two of the women. The black-haired woman and the bald woman were none other than Arsinoe Tausret II and Cleo Hatshepsut, two of the Neo Kingdom of Egypt's three co-pharaohs. The other girl was Nefertari Setepenre, an aide to Arsinoe, who was an architectural and fashion major, credited with being the primary person behind the Neo Kingdom of Egypt's now highly technological and futuristic state, and for designing the apparel most of it's citizens were now wearing.

"The eccentrics... I damn Mizuse Niimi for breeding forth scum like you. That woman was nothing but an obstacle to woman everywhere," Baldie scoffed.

Slam!

"My apologies, but I can't just let that line go without an explanation," Mimoko glared as she slammed her hands down on the table and stood up.

"And you are?"

"Mimoko Inoue, one of Mizuse-sama's biggest fans."

Baldie's gaze narrowed as she sized up Mimoko. "Those clothes... That name... The face paint?"

"Ah!"

Mimoko blushed and pulled out her makeup kit to realize her face was still painted to look like a Mexican sugar skull. "My apologies, I forgot."

"Oh right, my face is all spooky painted too. No wonder everyone's staring at us," Iori grinned.

"IRRELEVANT! Mimoko Inoue, you said your name was... I heard you were the one that ultimately put an end to Mizuse. So why not revel in the achievement more? She was nothing but a disgrace to womankind everywhere."

"And just why do you think that?"

"Because she sought to redefine woman's beauty as nothing more than a glorified rube perversion."

"Purely opinionated. Zuse was my rival, but she had everything right. Nothing screams femininity more than a girl rockin' sneakers and strutting across the world with a confident smile on her face," Smoothie declared as she waded into the conversation.

"Oh lovely, another heretic. Must this establishment allow such travesties to beseech it?"

"Hey, this place had decent pricing, so don't complain about people you don't like showing up, baldie," Iori snickered.

"'Ha-ge'? As in, hah gay?"

"Um, yeah?"

As a deathglare began to form in Baldie's eyes, Okisato attempted to clarify the translation issue. "Hage is actually the word for bald in-"

"SILENCE, FILTH! I do not listen to men."

"Wait, what were you trying to say, Oki-kun?" Iori asked.

"It seems she misunderstood you when you called her, baldie. She thought you were saying, "hah gay" as in, hah, gay."

"Wait, what? And she tried to pull up to us speaking Japanese without knowing something as basic as that? Lol, what an idiot!"

"'Ah-hoe'? YOU DARE CALL ME A HOE!?" Baldie shouted in English.

This time, Iori could understand, and since she knew English, decided to gunge the fire with gasoline. "Yes, you are a hoe! Bald, ugly, stupid old hoe. Bet your ass has never been penetrated, virgin hoe," she snickered as she gave Baldie the middle finger.

And with that, Baldie exploded in rage. "Jou ontaarde Japannese hoer! Hoe durf jy so 'n verfynde en modelvrou vir alle vroulike mense 'n skoffel noem! Ek sal jou laat dagvaar, in die tronk sit, nooit weer 'n voet in die vrye wêreld sit om dit vir vroue oral te verwoes soos Mizuse gedoen het nie [You degenerate Japanese whore! How dare you call such a refined and model woman for all womankind a hoe! I'll have you sued, incarcerated, never again setting foot in the free world to ruin it for women everywhere like Mizuse did]!"

"Um, what the fuck did she just say?"

"It's Afrikkans, and it was pretty much a complete insult directed towards you," Okisato stated.

"What was it?"

"CEASE YOUR COLLUSIONS! I see how it is, that man has tainted you and turned you into his whore! DESPICABLE! I'll call the police!" Baldie shouted.

"That would be a good idea, then they can drag you out in cuffs," a voice snarled.

Everyone turned to notice two women strolling over. One was a bespectacled dark-skinned woman with an indigo bob, and the other was a tan-skinned woman with long yellow hair tied up in a ponytail. These two were Baldie's teammates, Lindiwe Kgositsile and Marie-Odile Fouché, who both got along poorly with Baldie.

"And just why are you rubes setting foot-"

"Baldie, maybe we should calm down a bit. We're already creating a scene," Bernadetta nervously frowned.

"No need. Come on, let's take our business elsewhere. En met ons weg, is ek seker hierdie onderneming sal baie ontevrede wees met jou vir die verlies aan besigheid [And with us gone, I'm sure this establishment will be very unhappy with you for the loss of business]," Okisato growled as he got up and led Mimoko and Iori out with him.

Baldie's eyes widened in fury, yet all she could do was stand there trembling in shock of being dissed in her native language.

"Oh? He strike a chord? But I thought you never listened to men," Mifsud snickered.

With the click of her tongue and spin of her heels, Baldie stormed away in fury, leading to the crowd dispersing.

"Well that sucks, guess we know now that place is too elitist for us," Iori scowled.

"Perhaps just for the duration of the tournament, as it's where the world leaders and aristocrats here for it are choosing to dine. Guess we go for the secret puzzle cafe in Inoue-senpai's quest for sweets," Okisato sighed.

Mimoko remained silent. Baldie's comments on Mizuse were still eating at her, and thanks to Iori provoking Baldie, she still had no idea why Baldie truly hated Mizuse.

"I heard you were the one that ultimately put an end to Mizuse. So why not revel in the achievement more? She was nothing but a disgrace to womankind everywhere?"

Mimoko scowled and shook her head. "Why did she say such a thing? I get Mizuse-sama likely had haters, but still... Just why did she speak with such contempt regarding her?"

As the three reached the exit of the restaurant, a voice suddenly called out to them.

"Ty! Nie waż się próbować uciekać [You! Don't you dare try to run away]!"

Okisato let out a groan as he turned to see a bald man with a green goatee, along with four other men, marching towards him. "You two should go on ahead. I have a feeling this is going to take a while."