The noodles are so neat
The broth is so sweet
Ramen noodle
Black haired poodle
Funny sunny
Smartass honey
The painstakingly dressed and somewhat overly prepared students of the infamous culinary academy gave the singing blond strange looks as he strolled along the front yard of the academy. Unlike the rest of the student body, the 16 or 17 years old blond wasn't dressed in the proper uniform; instead he wore a simple blood red T shirt, black leather pants and brown cowboy boots.
The one word that could describe the blond teen was… intimidating!
Thin blond bangs hovered over his piercingly sharp and narrow blue eyes. Pronounced cheek bones, small nose and narrow eyebrows dominated the entirety of his face.
The most noticeable features of his overall appearance were his muscular body stature and height. Compact muscles littered his exposed arms, twitching with every movement. His chiseled chest and toned abs clearly showed themselves even hidden beneath the red shirt.
He wasn't all that tall, but taking into account the average height of the citizens of Japan, he was clearly taller by a long margin, standing at a respectable height of 6ft.
Haru walked through the paved path of the front yard towards the main building where his so called exam was supposed to be held, his bag slung over his shoulder and a nonchalant expression on his face.
When he had first heard about the academy, he had to admit he hadn't been expecting it to be a city! I mean come on! Who the hell needed all this land? It was freaking huge!
The academy itself covered an entire mountainous area, starting from the bottom up to the top where a traditional Japanese castle was visible amidst the clouds. Large structures were littered here and there, for what reason, he had no idea whatsoever.
If he had to simply describe its environment just from observing the students, he would say it was an academy built for the sole purpose of inflating the already gigantic egos of rich individuals into heights inconceivable.
He would prefer the humble Ichiraku Ramen Stand over this place any second of the day! Sadly, there were nothing but memories of that stand and its glorious dish.
Looking around the yard, he could see smug faces of rich brats standing along with their bodyguards, scared faces of middle class students ready to bolt for the gate in case of any danger and …. perverted faces taking in the glorious scenery of the short skirts and tight blouses!
He hoped this Academy would disengage his boredom or he might just go on a mindless rampage!
There were no idiots trying to conquer the world anymore, no morons trying to play kami and no idiots trying to subjugate the world! I mean come on! Was asking for a man to try and conquer the world too much to ask?!
Where was their sense of ambition? Couldn't a guy just lose his mind and declare that he would rule the world so that he, the balance Keeper of the world, could kick his ass and take names? Was that too much to ask for?
Ever since the Second World War had ended, the world had descended into a state of discernable stability. Sure the various countries were still sabotaging the efforts of their neighbors in any ways they could, but he was itching for a man to declare that he was going to rule the world, dammit!
He couldn't just grab a passing by champ; accuse him of trying to conquer the world, kick his denying ass and take names, now could he? Of course not! Sure he was dying for some entertainment and fun, but he was not that desperate… not yet anyway.
With no ways to get rid of his boredom, he had delved into learning any and all forms of arts known to the world. Every art except… dancing, of course. Haru Uzumaki simply did not dance, end of story!
He was proud to say that he had learned pretty much every art there was to know in this world, except cooking. He had started to take an interest in the art of cooking a few years ago and thus had started his travels around the world to know about every kind of culinary technique there was.
At the end of his journey, he had heard of a prestigious academy dedicated solely to the pursuit of culinary knowledge.
A subtle use of Genjutsu here and there guaranteed the preparation of required documents to enter the academy. According to the forged files, he was an orphan who was the proud owner of a small Ramen Stand in an isolated region of Japan. No living relatives and unknown deceased parents.
Just to prove the validity of those fabricated documents, he had opened up a humble stand in the aforementioned region and served the people for 2 years. He had to say, the ride had been a somewhat pleasurable experience.
Thus his current dilemma.
The blond former Shinobi blinked in surprise as he entered the large hall where the exam was supposed to be held. He had to admit, whoever owned this Academy sure knew how to decorate. The hall was outlandishly large and spacious, though considering the number of students standing in said hall, it was surprisingly sufficient.
Judging from the large number of students standing in the hall, chatting away without a care in the world, he realized he was not the only transfer student. Although, he couldn't exactly call himself a student; he was more along the lines of a cooking enthusiast, for the lack of a better term.
Nonchalantly singing the lyrics of the heavenly Ramen and overlooking the wary looks of the students, the blond man walked through the bustling center of the hall and made his way to the front to get a better view of their so called test.
Hey, just because he was not wearing the standard uniform doesn't mean that he was an outsider and that the students were free to stare at him like he had grown a second head. Although from the way their eyes were moving up and down his body, he had a feeling they were more afraid of his height and muscular body than anything else.
The nonstop chatter of the students came to a screeching halt; a dreadful silence blanketed the hall as the soft taps of shoes hitting the marble floor reverberated through the room. Raising an eyebrow at the sudden turn of events, Haru turned his gaze towards the source of the sounds and whistled with a leering grin.
Now it is getting interesting!
Walking up to the front of the hall were two young women, somewhere along the age of 15 to 16. The first of the two was a beautiful blonde girl of average height and blessed with a curvy body even for someone of her young age.
She was dressed in the standard Academy uniform which, he had to admit, did little to hide her voluptuous figure. If this was the kind of uniforms that were issued to the students of the modern world, he would gladly restart the disgraceful cycle of his school life!
She carried herself with a grace befitting of royalty. Head held high, sharp eyes focused and unflinching. He would love to tease that attitude out of her!
The second girl was an equally beautiful girl with light pink hair and dressed in the standard uniform. If he had to guess solely on her appearance alone, he would say she was the attendant of the blonde girl.
Gracefully striding to the front of the hall, she moved her piercing gaze over the nervous students and smirked. "Welcome transfer applicants, I, Erina Nakiri, have been assigned to judge today's transfer entrance exam."
"Oh you can judge me anytime, babe."
Haru grinned when a perversely giggling boy whispered to his equally drooling companion.
Erina crossed her arms over her chest and turned to her assistant with a bored expression. Guess she was being forced to conduct this exam. "Hisako, any words from the exam division?"
Becoming the center of attention, Hisako jumped slightly and fumbled with the papers clutched in her hands. "Yes ma'am! Examinees will first go through interviews in groups of ten based on their applications and then undergo a practicum where they will prepare two or so dishes and then …"
The blond girl raised her hand in a stopping gesture, displeasure clearly visible on her visage.
"That's pointless." Her displeased frown turned to a smirk so evil that the gathered hopeful applicants took a few cautious steps back just to ensure their safety and … to get near to the door should something happen. "Bring the Kitchen table here!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Aww come on, sweet cheeks! Get it over with already!"
A mildly blushing Erina snapped her piercing gaze towards the nervous and stupefied crowd when an indignant shout reverberated through the hall. Skimming her displeased gaze over the mass, she scowled when no one stood out as a suspect.
No one was moving or even remotely giving the impression that they had done the rude act, though some of the students were gawking at a tall and surprisingly muscular boy who was innocently whistling. Whoever the culprit was, the Nakiri heiress had to give them credit for being bold.
The sweet cheeks comment would have surely riled her up had an already enrolled student called her that, but she was going to ignore it for now since these losers would be gone in a few minutes anyway.
Amidst the silent crowd, a sheepishly grinning Haru whistled innocently and looked around the hall without a care in the world, delightfully ignoring the gawking looks from the students. Hey, you can't blame him. The hall was too tense and emo for his liking. The shout was just to lighten things up and… annoy the cutie!
The pink haired attendant pushed a large wheeled table, filled to the brim with vegetables and other necessary ingredient, into the room and stood to the side. The Nakiri heiress smirked triumphantly and walked up to the table, gliding her gaze over the available ingredients.
Picking up an egg, Erina turned to the nervous student crowd and raised the sloshing sphere into the air. "Make me one dish with egg as the main ingredient. Only those who satisfy my palate will be successfully allowed to transfer into the academy."
"Oh come on!"
"We are screwed!"
Haru raised an eyebrow when a selective groan of misery went through the crowd. What was so special about an egg dish? He could make a thousand dishes with the main ingredient being an egg.
Hearing their miserable groans, Erina smirked evilly. "To give you a sporting chance, those who wish to withdraw and try next year can do so in… one minute only."
What happened next left Haru gaping like a fish out of water. As if a war horned had been played, every student ran for the hills in a mad sprint, knocking, pushing and tripping their fellow examinees in their haste to get out of the door.
Maybe he had entered to the wrong academy. Maybe this was a racing academy or maybe an academy made for…
Seeing their hurried reaction, Haru severely misunderstood the situation and ran to the other side of the hall with a determined visage.