Waki's teachings

The attendees mostly began forming groups, though some opted to go solo. A group of 4 had begun to form with Matcha at the head.

"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," Benihime, a haughty girl with blonde hair scoffed.

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

"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 as she gazed at the group from afar.

"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.

"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.

...

"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 argued.

"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 like a top rank chef. She taught me all I need to know to pass."

"Very well. I will swallow my pride begrudgingly if it leads us to victory," Benihime 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 like that 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,” 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.

"Hmm? That's weird, I feel like someone's watching us," Zuina mumbled as she darted her head around the room.

...

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 declared.

"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.

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

"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.

Helga's eyes went wide as she tasted a bite and 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. Sundae stared in shock at the other four before trying a bite and tearfully glared 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.

Benihime broke down in tears and sunk to the floor. "No... But I even made it perfectly! Waki, did you not say we made it just right?"

"Yeah, the judges are clearly trying to screw us over for personal reasons. They 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 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. 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. "UMAI!" all 5 judges cooed in blissful harmony.

Even Makihara himself begun to feel the urge to say "umai". "No! NO! NOT AGAIN! NOT LIKE BACK THEN! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Before he knew it, Makihara himself had a derpy grin on his face. "Umai," he smiled.

"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!"

"Looks like they passed. Well, seems I'm free to do my work. Though I'll leave my camera here so that Rika may continue to view things," Dastard thought as he planted a mini camera before vanishing.

...

"Rika, how long are you going to wear that headset for?" Masaru glared.

"Oh, whoops, sorry. I was just so engrossed in this VR cooking video," Rika sheepishly grinned as she took her VR headset off.

"You've been sitting there watching for an hour. We need you in the kitchen!"

"Got it. I bet we're gonna be hosting a lot of folks celebrating getting their licenses back," Rika grinned.

Suddenly, Masaru received a call from Makihara. "Hello? Makihara-sama? Is Rika here? Yes, she's been here the whole time. Anything odd? Well, she was wearing a VR headset, but other than that nothing out of the ordinary."

"Sorry, much to your dismay, I didn't sneak into the event. I did train some of the applicants, but I didn't sneak in," Rika smirked as she swiped the phone.

"You heathen! How dare you! Were you watching the live feed on that headset!?" Makihara fumed.

"Saw every second of it. Looks like the judges could no longer let their biases consume them. Well, look forward to everyone passing."

...

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! 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 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, 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.

"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 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 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.

Dastard effortlessly took out the 4 guards 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 cards as well," Dastard laughed as he began juggling 6 wallets.

The judges and Makihara quickly realized those were their wallets that had just been stolen.

"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, 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 window 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, before holding their noses and running out. It was a complete and utter humiliation for Makihara.

...

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

“Was it truly acting though?”

“To fool your enemies, you must first fool your friends.”

"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.

Suddenly a news blurb played on the TV detailing Dastard's misdeed, however it didn't detail anything further than the basic theft, at least until 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 shat himself in embarrassment!" Dastard gloated as he proceeded to show the footage he recorded.

Everyone cringed in disgust at the spectacle.

"Makihara-sama 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.

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

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

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.