Waki's teachings

With the speech concluded, participants were then informed that they could either unite into groups of no more than 4 or try going solo. Of course, the real intention of this was so that Makihara and co could get through all the participants faster, or in their minds, fail them before dinner. 

"Why are you all grouping around me," Matcha groaned.

"Um, cuz you’re cute, and the most skilled out of everyone here," Waki grinned.

"For the record, I do NOT consider Matcha to be superior to me in any shape or way, but I just want to maximize my chances of passing," a haughty girl with long blonde hair scoffed.

"We should stick together though," a girl with a pink mullet argued.

These two were Benihime Shirohime and Zuina Morsten Adler. As evidenced by her luxurious attire, Benihime hailed from a wealthy family and was haughty to boot. Zuina on the other hand was the opposite, hailing from a poor family of farmers and currently trying her best just to get rent for the month. 

"If you have found your group, then you have a gracious 6 hours to craft a meal of your choice. You are forbidden from leaving the premises and using the high-grade ingredients reserved for our top students, but everything else is allowed. Now be off with you," Makihara sneered.

...

"I say we totes go with Beni-chan's idea,” Waki argued.

"No, it's reckless. I know you have a massive ego, but I won't let you drag us all down with it!" Matcha glared.

"Hah! I am gracing you with my talent, yet you refuse!? Well, I will not leave this group!" Benihime scoffed.

"Is it really reckless though? All she's suggesting is that we try to make our dish one of the first the judges taste. Are we not skilled enough to do that?" Zuina grumbled.

"Then let's vote shall we! For my plan, raise your hand!"

The group decided to go with Benihime's plan on a 3-1 vote. 

"Now pay heed to my instructions! My repertoire will guide you to victory!" Benihime declared.

"Ugh, we better not fail because of this," Matcha groaned.

"Yo, Beni-chan, let me lead you in cookin the dish," Waki grinned.

"Why do you suggest such a thing?" Benihime glared.

"Cause I totes got trainin from a top rank chef. She taught me all I need to know to pass."

Benihime stared silently at Waki for a few seconds before throwing up her shoulders. "Very well. I will swallow my pride begrudgingly if it leads us to victory," she huffed as she headed for a cooking station.

"I heard Benihime was enraged when she got expelled after losing to Helga, but now she's bounced back just as haughty as ever. Though it is good she's at least willing to put her pride aside to maximize our chances at victory," Zuina nodded.

"I totes get her. I was like, totes depressed, then I heard about this gig, got a makeover, and here I am," Waki grinned.

"Sorry, and you are?"

"Waki!"

"WAKI!?"

"Yeah, I know, I went from horror flick to hot mess. But Rika said it was a requirement or somethin."

"Rika?"

"Yeah, said I could work at a cool place if I get the blacklist revoked."

"I’m surprised you underwent such a makeover for that. You used to have long black hair that obscured your eyes and almost reached your ankles. I was surprised you could even cook or even see with such an obscurity before."

"Well, now you can see my big ole eyes, plus Rika said doing this would get me closer to Matcha, so I was down."

"Ah yes, you stalk- Have a crush on her."

"Hey, I totes stalk her, and wear it as a badge of honor."

"You really did change. Like REALLY change. Are you truly Waki?"

“The one and only.”

“So, Rika’s the reason you’re like this? Well, she was dead wrong about us getting any closer, but now I think I know what you want us to cook,” Matcha groaned as she went to retrieve the necessary ingredients.

"Good going Matcha. I knew you'd get with it. Now we just gotta keep Beni-chan's ego in check and it's a big W for us," Waki thought.

...

A few minutes later, the group finished their cooking and put the finishing touches on their meal.

"I can't believe we actually ended up making this," Matcha glared.

"Hey, what better way to destroy the judges than with the very dish that won the grand cook-off in the past," Waki smiled.

"Hahaha! Why that's an odd way to say “you're welcome” my dear Matcha. This meal is now guaranteed to pass us thanks to me having a hand in crafting it!" Benihime huffed.

"So, this is the dish the leader of the rebel faction crafted to best Makihara's faction. It certainly doesn't look like a prize-winning meal, but I guess the taste is what ultimately matters most," Zuina sighed.

"Well then let's go to the judges. If this is just as good as Rika's, then we're totes passing. Maybe it'll even soften up the judges so the others can pass too," Waki grinned.

...

"Oh look, a 5-0 defeat. What a joke, well good riddance, oh and you're now banned from even working at grocery stores, though you should be banned from buying food in general," Sundae sneered.

A girl quickly burst into tears and ran off as Matcha and co appeared before the judges. 

"Hmm? You're the one that bitch was trying to get us to restore your rights to," Helga glared at Matcha.

"Ugh, great. What did that idiot do? Now we're going to fail no matter how good the dish is," Matcha thought as she set the dish before the judges.

"A giant blob of mochi? Why, you 4 are lucky we're required to at least try a sizeable sample of each dish, otherwise you'd be failed on the spot!" Kiki glared as she and the other judges began trying the dish.

Immediately, there were reactions. Helga's eyes went wide as struggled to stop herself from eating anymore while Kanryusai threw his fork to the ground in an effort to stop himself from eating, but ended up eating with his hands instead. Etsuya uncontrollably began shoveling the dish in his mouth, much to his dismay while Kiki trembled and glared at the group as she slowly ate, ate, and ate. Finally, there was Sundae who stared in shock at the other four before trying a bite and tearfully glaring as she began devouring the dish.

"Looks like you 5 enjoyed our dish! Now, the prize if you will," Benihime gloated.

"Fail!" Kanryusai shouted.

"FAIL!" Sundae glared.

"Fail." Etsuya scoffed.

"Well, it's already decided now, but fail," Kiki stated.

"Fail! You never were anything special you haughty shit," Helga sneered.

"Um, excuse me!? You were devouring the dishes as if you enjoyed them!" Benihime fumed. 

"Yeah, y'all  gobbled up the dish like crazy!" Waki glared.

"And? Words and actions are two very different things," Makihara sneered as he appeared. "My my, what a travesty. The heathen had high hopes for you, but you threw your lot in with an arrogant disgrace and lost 5-0. As per the fine print, you all are now banned from working at any establishment that sells or handles food. Seems not even 5-22 will be able to continue employing you now, Matcha Myouchi," he smirked.

"Like hell this is a failure! Look! They're still eating the dish! All the judges are cleaning their plates!" Matcha glared as she pointed to the judges.

Sure enough, all 5 of the judges had begrudgingly cleaned their plates.

"Now's the time where you try a bite," Waki smirked as she handed Makihara a sample.

"The heathen's mochi dish? Well, I certainly see why you were so confident, yet just because a dish won in the past, doesn't mean it will win again," Makihara scoffed as he tried a bite. 

As soon as the food made contact with his tastebuds, he immediately dropped the plate in shock. "Impossible! None of you rabble could possibly replicate this! Even I struggle with this, no. it tastes the same as-...! YOU! YOU HEATHEN! AUTOMATIC DISQUALIFICATION! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE HERE!" Makihara fumed as he zeroed in on Waki.

"Why?" Waki smirked.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE THE HEATHEN! YOU TOOK HER PLACE IN THIS DESPICABLE DISGUISE AND-"

"OW! Like stop pullin my hair and my cheeks!" Waki cried.

Makihara's eyes went wide as he realized Waki was the real deal. "No! Impossible! I refuse-"

"Ever hear of training? Rika personally taught me how to make it. Though we did put our own little quirks in it too. And looks like the judges are ready to give their TRUE verdict," Waki smirked.

Makihara turned to see the judges blissfully moaning with derpy grins on their faces. 

"DELICIOUS!" all 5 judges cooed in blissful harmony.

Makihara's eyes bulged with horror as his body also began to react to the dish. "No! NO! NOT AGAIN! NOT LIKE BACK THEN! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

A second later, Makihara too was smiling and saying, "Delicious". 

"And that's the de facto sign that you loved the dish. And we pass, yes?" Waki snickered as she held up her phone.

"A- All five of you pass. Your blacklisting from the culinary world, is hereby revoked," Makihara mumbled as he regained his composure.

"Little louder!"

"YOUR BLACKLISTING IS REVOKED DAMMIT! NOW GET OUT OF HERE!"

With a fist raised in the air for victory, Waki lead everyone out. 

"Tch, damn the heathen. But at the very least, the others will fail," Makihara thought. 

How wrong he was as thanks to the mochi dish, the judges were still in a state of bliss, making it easy for all the other applicants to pass unanimously, much to Makihara's horror. Not to mention, any good dish only extended to bliss period combo to the point where 98 of the 100 applicants had passed with only one having failed and just one to go. 

"NO! That heathen! She orchestrated this, dammit! Now nearly everyone that came has passed. Worst of all, there's only one applicant left, and if I recall correctly, he was the least affected by his expulsion. Yet he had some cooking ability. If he passes, I'll suffer a humiliating 99-1 defeat. NO! I will overrule the judges if I must! I'll stoop lower than low to fail him," Makihara angrily thought.

...

Just as the 6-hour time limit was about to expire, the final applicant, Takeshi, finally made his appearance. However, by this time, the judges had returned to normal, and Makihara was gloating. 

"I'll take any little victory I can to salvage this. You WILL FAIL!" he gleefully thought as Takeshi presented his dish.

The judges cringed at the crude dish before them. It appeared to be hot dogs, but they were covered in foul-smelling brown sauce and looked disgusting, invoking imagery of feces.

"The hell is this!?" Helga glared.

"Saucy hot dogs," Takeshi calmly stated as he adjusted his glasses.

The judges all reluctantly took a bite.

"Disgusting," Kiki glared.

"TRASH!" Sundae fumed.

"I only took a bite out of legal obligation. This is disgusting!" Kanryusai cringed.

"Revolting!" Etsuya scoffed.

"This is shit!" Helga glared.

"Why that is correct dear Helga, it is shit. Well, not actual shit, but I did my best to make it taste like some. Though it was at least tasty enough for all of you to chew and swallow a bite so I guess it was not as bad as I hopped it would be. As for you, Headmaster Makihara, I made a special hamburger for you," Takeshi nodded as he whipped out a nice-looking hamburger on a plate.

"Bribing me will do you no good, though it looks edible, and as a courtesy I shall try your dish," Makihara glared as he took a bite. "This is finely made, though if you had simply agreed to join my faction instead of going your own way, you could have been a fine chef."

"You piece of shit! Did you feed us crap deliberately!" Helga glared.

"Why yeas my dear Helga, this was all deliberate. Everything!"

"You piece of shit, this was a legitimate chance for you to get your cooking licenses back!"

"Nay, it was a sham until your bodies experienced true bliss. Henceforth, the event became fair. Besides it was never my intention to pass in the first place, for I am not a chef; I am DASTARD!" "Takeshi" declared as he ripped off his disguise and stood proudly before the shocked Makihara and judges.

"What!? Who the hell are you!?" Helga stammered.

"The dastardly thief, Dastard! Sorry, but the real Takeshi is on a beach in Hawaii, though I doubt he'd have treated you any differently than I just did. I would also like to inform you that I have already looted the school of its valuables," Dastard smirked.

"YOU WHAT!? YOU BASTARD! SECURITY!" Makihara yelled.

The guards in the room rushed towards Dastard, but naturally, all were dispatched with ease.  More guards attempted to enter the room but were unable to get passed the doors Dastard had sealed. 

"And now, I come to announce I have taken your credit cards as well," Dastard laughed as he began juggling 6 wallets.

"HEY! THAT'S MINE! GIVE IT BACK!" Helga shouted as she recognized her wallet amongst the bunch. 

"Oh, sorry wouldn't these fine wallets to be stained with your crap," Dastard snickered as he tucked the 6 wallets into his cape.

Suddenly, the judges and Makihara began to feel queasy. 

"No! not like the other day!" Etsuya screamed.

"I put pounds of laxatives in all your dishes. I look forward to the world's reaction to your shitstorm," Dastard laughed as he grappled up to a window and sat and watched the spectacle before him. 

By the time the guards finally busted down the door, they were too late. "UGH! Wh- What's this smell!?" one cried as he plugged his nose. 

Makihara trembled as he clawed the ground with his hand. "You... FILTH! UGH!" 

The guards cringed as loud farts rang out once more. It was a complete and utter humiliation for Makihara and his judges. 

...

"We totes passed!" Waki cheered as she and many others celebrated at Ryokoma.

"Good going, though how'd you manage to do that?" Rika smiled.

"A reckless strategy. But it led to a massive rebuttable of Makihara, so I've heard," Matcha sighed.

"Hahaha! I heard those sods shit themselves in the end. Fitting!" Benihime laughed.

"I didn't know Komachi-san personally trained Waki to make tour prized dish," Zuina said.

"Well, it was sudden, but now you guys can easily make that dish. So wanna work here? we could use the help," Rika smiled.

“Sure, if Matcha and Waki are going to, I might as well stick with them,” Zuina nodded.

"Huh!? When did I- Ugh, fine. This was your aim from the get-go, and you did risk a lot to get me my cooking license back. Fine, I'll work here," Matcha sighed.

“I hear you what ultimately lead to our victor, Miss Komachi. For that, you are my savior. Perhaps I shall knight you while I repay my debt of gratitude,” Benihime bowed.

However, not everyone was in a celebratory mood. 

"Makihara-sama what is going on?" Masaru trembled as he stared at footage of Makihara shitting himself. 

"Serves him right for the hell he put me through!" Itsuki huffed.

"Always knew he was a shithead," Rika smirked.

"Reminds me of the time Eluf pranked us all. Bet he'll get all petrified when he hears a thief ripped him off," Mimi proudly huffed.

"Uh, does she not know they're the same guy?" Rika nervously thought.