Chapter 35 Single-edged Perspective

35.

The inquisitor didn't get to eat curry.

Before being dragged away by Kasen Kanesada for a lecture, she calmly took out a portion of shredded carrots from her pocket and enthusiastically invited Candakiri Mitsutada to come and taste her cooking.

"Delicious shredded carrots with fruit vinegar." The Inquisitor, who was gliding on the ground with his butt squatting, gave him a thumbs up. "It's a special appetizer. Remember to add some favor to Kubo after eating it."

Ah… Sometimes the Judge gave everyone a gift—let’s call it a gift—and occasionally said, “Remember to add a favor.” The blades that received the gift quickly started to flutter after being puzzled: they couldn’t understand the Judge’s meaning anyway, so they just regarded it as another way for the Judge to express his love, and then turned around to compare with other blades to see who received the most gifts.

Did the Judge like him? But… Mitsutada Candida looked at the shredded carrots that were shining like Pika Pika, like they were filtered through a ten-level filter, and for a moment he was at a loss as to where to start.

Why are these shredded carrots shining? !

After giving up on studying how the Shinsengumi made delicious and shiny food, he continued to work on making lunch for the Honmaru Swordsmen. Because he was too focused, he didn't notice that a certain white knife knocked over the seasoning bottle on the counter when he sneaked into the kitchen to eat shredded carrots.

Although the sword performed its best, it only managed to keep the seasoning bottle safe, and the seasoning that spilled out all melted into the two portions of curry and rice that had already been successfully served.

Just... just a few extra salts... the blade won't be able to taste it, right? The sword, which had learned to comfort itself like a censor, quickly put the mixing bottle back in place with a clear conscience, and sneaked out of the kitchen with the shredded carrots.

Knowing nothing about this, Mitsutada Kadakiri came to the restaurant with two servings of curry and rice with added salt, and handed one of the curry and rice to the awaiting judge.

"How does it taste? Is it suitable?"

Having tasted the cooking of the judge, Mitsutada Candakiri was a little nervous. Now the one eating curry rice was not only his master, but also a master with superb cooking skills.

He thought that after five years of studying cooking, he could at least surpass 99% of his peers, if not the best in the world. Well, he had signed up for the "Candakiri Mitsutada" cooking competition held by the government, and he came in second place. As for the judges... at least as far as he knew, there were few judges whose cooking skills could compare to "Candakiri Mitsutada" from his own Honmaru.

However, the taste of the carrot shreds was too special. The refreshing carrot shreds and the slightly sour flavored fruit vinegar mixed together, as an appetizer, would not steal the show, nor would it make people feel sick after just two bites. He couldn't make carrot shreds of the same quality, so he had to admit that in terms of cooking skills, he could not compare with his own little appraiser.

As expected, no matter if you are a blade or a person, you have to keep learning and improving. Candida Kirito began to think about whether he should go to Man-ya to buy more recipes from the flower-growing family. Maybe after studying the most challenging flower-growing dishes, he can understand how the judges make glowing dishes...

"Oh vaguely, oh vaguely." The praise from the Inquisitor brought him back to his senses. "Mi-chan, I declare that at this moment, you are the kitchen Kami of Watasi."

"Haha, as long as the master likes it."

Takakiri Mitsutada breathed a sigh of relief. That was great. At least there was no mistake in the performance.

Other blades came to the kitchen one after another.

"Oh, today's lunch is curry and rice? That's really good."

"I can smell it outside, it smells so good..."

"Hey, Master, are you going to have dinner with us today? Great! I want to sit next to you!"

"What? Luan is so cunning! I want one too!"

…

This kind of scene of vying for favor is really interesting to watch. Such scenes cannot be seen in the original Honmaru. The tantos know that the Judge treats them as superiors and subordinates. They are usually well-behaved and quiet, and never act like a spoiled child in front of the Judge.

Candakiri Mitsutada and Ishikiri Maru, who was standing opposite them, exchanged glances, and both of them smiled at the same time.

It's not a bad thing that they can come to this Honmaru, right? Thinking so, he raised the spoon and stuffed the curry rice into his mouth.

“Puff—cough cough cough! Water…”

"Hey! Candelaikiri-dono, are you okay?"

"Water, water is coming meow!"

Too... too uncool... Candelabi Mitsutada coughed until tears fell out. What happened? Was the curry he made so salty? The saltiness had twisted it into a bitter taste. Thinking that the Judge had also eaten curry, he quickly turned his head and asked anxiously, "Master, how is your curry? Do you think it's very salty?"

It couldn't be that he made a failure, but the Judge chose to eat it anyway, using this behavior to tolerate him? That would be too outrageous...

At the same time, Candakiri Mitsutada locked onto the culprit at a glance - Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who still had some carrot crumbs at the corners of his mouth!

"Mr. Tsuru, it's fine if you stole some carrots..." Black air slowly emerged from behind him, "Didn't I tell you? You can't make a scare that wastes food—"

"Mr. Tsuru, please come with me to grow organic vegetables tomorrow." With a twisted black aura behind him, Mitsutada Cangdaikiri said with a handsome and friendly smile, "You have to appreciate how hard it is to get food."

"No, Koubo, I didn't mean it!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga tried to argue, "Besides, organic fertilizer stinks..."

"Huh?" The Inquisitor suddenly jumped up and stood on the table. All the eyes of the Blades turned to her. "I was wondering why Mi-chan didn't give me a favorable impression. It turns out that you stole my HQ shredded carrots again!"

"You damned vegetable thief, eat my wind! This is a moon car! Eat my wind! This is a flower car! Eat my wind! This is a snow wind! Eat my snow and moon flower!"

The other blades blocked the Judge for a bit, but more often they prevented Tsurumaru Kuninaga from escaping, allowing the Judge to cut the opponent with less time and effort.

Mitsutada Cangdaikiri held the water cup and sat there blankly, watching the judge shouting and swinging his sword, and then flowers, moon shadows, snow, and ice appeared from all around. The scene was extremely beautiful, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga was beaten extremely badly.

He looked around and found that the same batch of people entering the factory, no, all the blades who came to Honmaru were as dumbfounded as he was. Suddenly he felt comforted: That's great, it seems that his lack of knowledge is not the problem.

He couldn't hide the smile on his long-haired swordsman's face. Sakura Blowing Snow was behind him. Seeing that others noticed him, he turned his head nonchalantly: "Huh? The old man is not happy that the master played the new moon's shadow."

"Hahaha, it seems like it doesn't matter if the old man's knife mark is not on the owner."

The Sanjo faction here started the internal education among the brothers, and the Awataguchi family over there quietly slipped to the seat of the Judge. The little tiger with the blade secretly took a bite of the Judge's curry, and the next second it turned over on the table.

"Xiao Hu, no, that's the Master's rice... eh?" Seeing that the little tiger started to roll his eyes, Wu Hu Tui was so anxious that tears came out, "Yakenni... Xiao Hu... Xiao Hu, is he poisoned? Uh... Is the Master's curry rice poisonous? Will the Master be okay?"

The restaurant fell silent, with only the sound of the Judge beating up Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

"Don't worry, Tui." Yagen Toushirou walked over quickly, and under the tearful gaze of Goko Tui, he dipped a little sauce with his finger and tasted it, "...It's salt."

He stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"This curry is probably the same as Candadaikiri-dono's. Tsurumaru-dono added too much salt." He pushed his glasses. "The little tiger is fine. Just give it some water."

"But...but, since more salt has been added, why does the master think it tastes good?" Wu Hutui hugged the tiger in his arms tightly, "Is the master sick? I heard that...sick people's sense of taste will become dull..." As he spoke, he started to cry again, "Is it because the master died before?"

Candakiri Mitsutada doesn't quite understand the current situation. What does it mean to... have died before?

He looked at the Shinsengumi who was sheathing his sword handsomely after beating Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and then looked at Awataguchi who was in a depressed mood. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you guys have any misunderstanding about the master?"

"Ah? Are you talking about me again? Oh, come on, I knew you couldn't leave Xiao Fei for even a second." The inquisitor returned to his seat and continued to eat his curry, complaining that the previous meals were too bland. "As expected, Mi-chan's cooking skills are great. The saltiness of today's curry is just right! It's delicious and I'll keep eating it if I love it."

"Master..." Candakiri Mitsutada asked cautiously, "Don't you think it's salty?"

"Salty? Is it?" The inquisitor stuffed another mouthful of rice into his mouth in confusion, "It's not salty, it smells good."

Wu Hu Tui hugged the little tiger and started crying: "Oh... Master... Is the master going to die again? I don't want the master to die..."

Imakaki of the Sanjo sect stopped teaching his brother. He recalled something and started to cry: "It's all my fault... otherwise the master wouldn't have slept for so long..."

Suddenly, the whole restaurant was filled with crying.

"No, the general is alive now." Yagen Toushirou comforted Gokotui, "The loss of taste should be a sequelae of resurrection. I should have reacted when the general drank the medicine..." As he spoke, he fell into self-blame, "I have been paying attention to the general, but I didn't find the general's problem. What a failure..."

"Well, if the master was already dead before..." Xiaomian Qingjiang said, "Then is the master considered a ghost now?"

"As for the ghost..." He smiled somewhat ambiguously, "Master, do you want to live in my body and become one with me?"

"I mean, it's in my eyes."

Emo swords suddenly aren't emo anymore.

"This is... this is such an inelegant statement!" Kasen Kanesada was the first to go berserk, "This is outrageous!"

"There is an impure atmosphere here." Ishikirimaru smiled and took out a coin from somewhere. "It seems we need to exorcise the evil spirit properly."

"That's right, Qingjiang Palace scared the master!"

Randoshiro pointed at the Shinto priest who had been sitting there and looked like he had been away for a while.

Only Mitsutada Candela, who was sitting next to the judge, knew that his master was staring into the void and was distracted.

After the other Blades dragged Smiling Qingjiang out of the restaurant, the Inquisitor suddenly let out a scream and began to tumble and roll on the ground: "Ahhhh!! I forgot to adjust my sense of taste!"

“Damn it! How many delicious meals have I missed due to the 90% reduction!”

Mitsutada Kadakiri watched the inquisitor wriggling darkly on the ground for a while as if he had suddenly developed a vicious disease, then his eyes suddenly locked on him and he rushed over using all four limbs.

"Mi-chan!" The judge hugged his thighs and said affectionately, "Fan-fan, I'm hungry."

"Haha, Master, eating something else right after a meal is not good for your stomach..." Cangdaikiri Mitsutada was unable to bear the tearful attack of the Inquisitor, so he had to turn his head away helplessly, "...Can we eat after a while? Do you want some pudding?"

Ah... Cangdaikiri Mitsutada covered his face and groaned. He was about to become the kind of double-edged sword that he used to despise, a man with no bottom line or principles.

So uncool!

But the master is so cute.

It's okay to have no bottom line at all, right?