When it hits the fan

The attendees mostly began forming groups, though some members opted to go solo.

"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.

A group of 5 had begun to form with Matcha at the head.

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

"Um, cuz your cute, and the most skilled out of like 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 blonde hair scoffed.

"We should stick together though, it is in our best interests," a girl with a pink mullet argued.

"Let's just not fight, please," a timid girl with black hair pleaded.

"Well, I'll take this group. Sure there are some others I'd prefer like Ichigo and Subaru, but hopefully those two can pass on their own. Then again, they probably won't want to work for us even if they do pass. Oh well," Rika thought.

"Going solo was the best move. Now I just need to submit my dish last," Dastard smirked as he vanished in the blink of an eye.

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"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, the haughty girl with blonde hair scoffed.

"Please, nobody fight," Hinari, the timid girl with black hair pleaded.

"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 shit in our sleep?" Zuina, the girl with a pink mullet argued.

"Then let's vote shall we! For my plan, all raise!" Benihime declared.

The group decided to go with Benihime's plan on a 4-1 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.

"Um, Benihime-san, c- could you please explain?" Hinari trembled as she stood next to Benihime.

"I heard she was broken after being expelled after losing to Helga, but now she's bounced back just as haughty as ever," Zuina said as she watched Benihime cook.

"I totes get her. I was like, totes depressed, then I heard bout 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, that girl said it was a requirement or somethin."

"That girl?"

"Yeah, said I could work at a cool place if I get the blacklist revoked. Trust me, I was ballin tears when she dragged me to the spa and had em give me this makeover."

"You used to have long black hair that almost reached your ankles, and that practically obscured your eyes. I was surprised you could even cook like that before."

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

"Ah yes, you sta- 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?"

"Wonder if I overdid it a bit," Rika thought as she glanced at Zuina.

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The group finished their cooking, and put the finishing touches on their meal.

"I can't believe I ended up just listening to your orders," Matcha glared.

"Hahaha! Why that's an odd way to say you're welcome my dear Matcha. Never fear, my instructions were perfect," Benihime declared.

"I- I hope we pass," Hinari stuttered.

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"Oh look, a 5-0 defeat for poor Sachi Segawa . 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.

Matcha's group then appeared before the judges as a girl ran off crying.

"Hey, you're the one that bitch was tryin to get us to restore your rights to," Helga glared.

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

The judges all tried the dish. Helga's eyes went wide as she tasted a bite and struggled to stop herself from eating anymore. Kanryusai threw his fork to the ground in an effort to stop himself from eating. Etsuya uncontrollably began shoveling the dish in his mouth, much to his dismay. Kiku trembled and glared at the group as she slowly ate. Sundae tearfully glared as she devoured the dish.

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

"Fail!"

"FAIL!"

"Fail."

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

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

Benihime broke down in tears and sunk to the floor.

"Bullshit! You 5 were gobblin up the dish like cray cray!" 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 tarnished tea, 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."

"Like hell! 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 them had begrudgingly cleaned their plates.

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

Makihara tried a bite, and 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- _!"

Makihara immediately glared at a smirking Waki.

"YOU! YOU HEATHEN! AUTOMATIC DISQUALIFICATION! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE HERE!"

"Why?" Waki smirked.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE HER! 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 us how to make it. Though we did put our own little quirks in it too," Waki smirked.

"IYAH!"

Makihara turned to see the judges blissfully moaning and completely nude.

"No! NO! NOT AGAIN! NOT LIKE THE ROYALE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Before he knew it, Makihara himself was trembling on the floor nude.

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

"A- all five of you pass. Your blacklisting from the culinary world, is hereby revoked," Makihara mumbled.

"Little louder!"

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

Makihara was full of rage and embarrassment. However, his humiliation was not yet over. All the applicants that presented their dishes afterwards passed unanimously, thanks to the Matcha group's dish buttering up the judges. The good food that followed, simply extended the judge's bliss period.

"NO! That heathen- No, bitch! She orchestrated this dammit! Now nearly everyone that came has passed. Only 1 of the 100 applicants has failed, and 98 have 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 have to! I'll stoop lower than low to fail him," Makihara angrily thought as he grabbed a robe from his aide.

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The last applicant appeared 5 minutes before the deadline. By that 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.

The judges cringed at the crude dish before them. It appeared to be hot dogs, but they were covered in disgusting looking sauce.

"The hell is this!?" Helga glared.

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

The judges all took a bite.

"Disgusting."

"TRASH!"

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

"Revolting!"

"This is shit!"

"Ah director Makihara, I made a special hamburger for you as well," Takeshi stated 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 took a bite and nodded.

"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," Makihara stated.

"You 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 thus making the event fair. Besides it was never my intention to pass in the first place, for I am not a chef. I am DASTARD!"

Dastard 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! I am here to inform you that I have already looted the school of its valuables," Dastard smirked.

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

Dastard effortlessly took out the 4 guard in the room. 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 card as well," Dastard laughed as he began juggling 6 wallets.

The judges and Makihara all realized those were their wallets and that the robes they had been given were gone, leaving them nude once more.

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

Suddenly, all 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 out through a window.

He then mockingly sat on the still and watched the spectacle before him. When the guards finally broke down the doors, they were too late. Dastard then gleefully escaped as the guards stood dumbfounded. It was a complete and utter humiliation for Makihara.

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"We totes passed!" Waki cheered as she and many others celebrated at Rika and Masaru's restaurant.

"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! My acting was perfect! Those sods believed every tear. Oh, the reversal was glorious!" Benihime laughed.

"I'm surprised. I didn't know you guys received training from Rika," 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.

"What happened to your arm?"

"Oh just sprained it, but the doc said no cooking and serving just to be safe for a week."

Suddenly a news blurb played on the TV detailing Dastard's misdeed, however it didn't detail anything further than the basic theft. Then, Dastard hijacked the broadcast.

"Hello Japan! Did you see the Makihara shitshow? Of the 99 applicants seeking to get their cooking rights restored, 98 passed! Oh, and Makihara stripped and shat himself in embarrassment!" Dastard gloated as he proceeded to show the footage he recorded.

Everyone gazed in disgust.

"Makihara what is going on?" Masaru trembled.

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

"Always knew he was a shithead, though damn, even Helga got the runs," Rika smirked.

Things only went south for Makihara following the shitstorm. Since his wallet was stolen, he was forced to freeze all his credit cards and get a new ID. The worst of it though was all the mockery he was receiving from abroad. His big shit had gone viral and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had been completely and utterly humiliated and defeated.