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A Shokugeki.

Victory isn’t always decided by skill, but sometimes by mindset. Ono Zhen’s mindset was far from as imperturbable as his father’s.

Actually, Ono Zhen’s mindset wasn’t as bad as Senzaemon Nakiri claimed; it was merely a comparison.

Being able to secure a spot on the Gourmet Street, though not among the top sellers, Ono family sushi was

still a popular restaurant.

The problem was that the Ono family’s sushi-making technique most strictly avoided the chef being "rushed," which would greatly affect the taste of Ono family sushi.

Renz felt no pressure at all.

What master chef, what heir to the Ono family, what contemporary god of sushi the titles are grander than the last, but can they be grander than "God’s Tongue’s

Husband"?

The pressure Renz had endured was a pain these people couldn’t imagine, which allowed Renz’s mindset to remain consistently excellent.

No matter what kind of opponent he faced, Renz wouldn’t be afraid.

No tougher than God’s Tongue.

If you’re so good, bring an opponent tougher than God’s Tongue, and one he’s fought for over fifty years. Renz would be more than happy to oblige.

Meanwhile, Renz had already entered the plating stage.

The ascending dragon dumplings, steaming in the steamer, rose, and in the next second, Renz began to process the firm sushi rice and nori.

Rolling here, kneading there.

When the ascending dragon dumplings and sushi were perfectly combined, it was like a majestic dragon roaring towards the heavens, swirling in the clouds.

"Soaring Dragon in the Sky." Renz gave this sushi, which he had temporarily combined from two dishes, a beautiful name.

"You really came prepared for this challenge," Ono Zhen’s tone was already half-surrendered.

Renz couldn’t remember the Japanese flag being blue, white, and red.

"Even the name is so well-prepared. This dish must be your ultimate sushi technique, right?" Ono Zhen, a sushi chef revered as the contemporary God of Sushi, had a very clear perspective.

"Among the bonus points for sushi dishes, there’s ’form’ and ’color.’"

"You used carving knife skills to enhance the score on form. Secondly, sushi emphasizes vivid colors; the more beautiful the color, the higher the score."

"The light red shrimp shell added some warm color to the originally monochromatic sushi."

"From appearance and overall presentation, you’ve already achieved the highest score," Ono Zhen analyzed, word by word.

"As expected of the God of Sushi, you speak eloquently," Senzaemon Nakiri nodded. Judging solely from the appearance, Ono Zhen hadn’t said a single wrong word.

Renz’s sushi, compared to Ono Zhen’s own sushi, showed a certain gap in terms of presentation.

"My few remaining chances to win are in the taste," Ono Zhen had now calmed down. "Generally, dishes that prioritize form and color are either difficult to eat or simply not good."

"Then, please, three judges, taste the dishes," Ono Zhen presented his three pieces of sushi.

He also left one plate of sushi and offered a piece to Renz.

Sharing one’s dish with an opponent is also a form of etiquette.

Sushi, being something where making an extra piece isn’t difficult, places even greater emphasis on such etiquette.

Renz also had a few extra pieces and returned the courtesy.

Ono Zhen’s dish had roe sprinkled on top, a layer of white sauce mixed with sashimi underneath, and then small pieces of shrimp mixed into every layer of rice at the bottom.

There were raw parts and cooked parts.

Although his momentum was lacking, the dish he made showed no signs of perfunctoriness; its form and color

were also exceptionally beautiful.

"So, young man, how do you eat this sushi?" Ono Zhen

humbly asked.

"Just, remove the dragon head and eat it, or eat it directly," Renz indicated.

This carved dragon head was not carved from a shrimp head, which has many sharp parts that, even with secondary processing, could easily injure the soft tissues of the mouth.

This was a dragon head carved from the shrimp shell towards the tail, and Renz had already cooked the shell until it was very soft during the boiling process, so there was no problem biting into it.

Ono Zhen watched Renz’s gesture and didn’t remove the dragon head, but bit into it directly. Inside the dragon head was the freshest, edible part of the shrimp brain.

In fact, shrimp brains can easily contain impurities, but if they are farmed live shrimp, they will be kept in clean water without food for a period before consumption to ensure the cleanliness of the shrimp brain.

Renz did it even more thoroughly. After cooking the shrimp, he removed the shrimp roe and edible parts, discarding all other unclean and unhealthy parts.

With Renz’s technique, it was difficult for anything strange to get mixed in.

This resulted in only one delectable substance from three shrimp brains being able to be placed inside the dragon head.

Ono Zhen bit off the dragon head, and the delicious substance inside burst into his mouth. The taste was indescribable; it felt like his brain was experiencing an orgasm.

What ultimate, top-tier technique could create such a large mouthful of juice from the most delicious part of the shrimp brain?

At this moment, a clear fragrance filled Ono Zhen’s mouth.

"Fresh!" Ono Zhen swallowed this part in one gulp, then bit down on the entire piece of sushi.

Eating sushi emphasizes eating it whole, meaning the entire piece of sushi should be eaten in one bite.

Only then can one truly appreciate the deliciousness of sushi, and the aroma of the rice and sashimi can fully blend, filling the mouth completely without leaving any gaps.

As a result, the rich flavor has nowhere to escape, lingering in the mouth for a long time.

Renz’s sushi piece was a bit large, and Ono Zhen

swallowed it with difficulty, but as the entire piece entered and he began to chew slowly, the rice grains, the shrimp meat, and the essential juices inside the shrimp brain all mixed together with each chew.

Very soft, smooth, and delicious.

Ono Zhen showed a faint immersion; it had been a long time since he had eaten sushi that made him feel so refreshed.

Every chew brought a faint sense of happiness.

It was like his father, bit by bit, carefully extracting and selecting the edible and inedible parts from the shrimp brain, each step precise and thoughtful. A mysterious surge of emotion and remembrance welled up in Ono

Zhen’s heart.

This feeling...

This feeling...

Ono Zhen saw his father at the chopping board, with that gentle smile he always wore, his every move warm and serious.

"I lost," Ono Zhen said calmly, as if a burden had been

lifted.

Before, he thought he had "lost," but there was still a chance. He had simply prepared more than his opponent.

Now that he thought about it, he was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Renz not only prepared more than him, but in craftsmanship and detail, he deserved praise and commendation.

He was making this sushi with his heart.

Without a single flaw, like the meticulous craftsmanship of the Ono family’s technique.

And then came the evaluations of the other three judges.

Senzaemon Nakiri was the last to evaluate as the head judge, with Gin Dojima and the invited tourist, Ms. Ms Moriyama, evaluating first.

"From the perspective of texture, I prefer Renz’s sushi," Gin Dojima was still savoring the pros and cons of the two sushi pieces.

Did Ono Zhen have something?

Yes.

Gin Dojima could taste the content of Ono Zhen’s dish. This dish used many techniques. First, the "thousand layer" technique, where each layer of rice hid different fillings. Then, there were many variations in the dish, like sauces and sashimi; these were all very detailed in their craftsmanship, and the overall feel was good.

But the problem was the taste was a bit strange.

There was too much showing off of skills; it was a piece of sushi that hid too many technical feats.

Perhaps to showcase his status as the God of Sushi, he deliberately incorporated several sushi techniques, which was quite an impressive work.

However, when too much technique is given, in front of a chef, it means too many personal touches, a deliberate display of skill, which instead falls into a lower class.

And Renz’s dish was"pure."

This sushi didn’t have so many messy things, no showing off of skills, just the most normal sushi pairing.

The effect was excellent.

From a taste perspective, it was much more delicious than Ono Zhen’s sushi, which had several flavors mixed in. Especially the shrimp brain part, Gin Dojima was also amazed; he hadn’t expected Renz to have such a beautiful technique in sushi ingredients.

If eating Ono Zhen’s sushi meant one piece was enough, Gin Dojima wanted to eat a second, third, and fourth piece of Renz’s sushi.

Considering the appearance again.

No need to say, using carving knife skills, this point was very impressive, hitting a characteristic that Ono Zhen did not possess.

"I also think the challenger’s sushi tastes better," Ms

Moriyama shared Gin Dojima’s opinion.

Ono Zhen’s sushi mixed too many flavors.

It was a bit strange.

Renz’s sushi pushed one flavor to the extreme, creating a very prominent taste that lingered in the mouth, unforgettable.

At this moment.

Senzaemon Nakiri’s evaluation was no longer important.

The total vote had already reached a 2:0 situation.

Ono Zhen himself was willing to concede defeat, so there was no need for Senzaemon Nakiri to add another comment when it was already 3:0 without his evaluation.

Senzaemon Nakiri’s gaze slowly fell upon Renz.

An unexpected pleasant surprise.

Even if he had studied and prepared for the challenge, being able to win a point in Ono Sushi’s strong suit, their sushi’s scoring point, was truly difficult.

Even more difficult was making the contemporary God of Sushi, the head of the Ono family, willingly surrender and admit shortcomings, and that was even harder.

This only happens when there’s a significant difference.

After all, Ono Zhen was a master chef.

Losing so decisively.

No.

Renz winning so easily.

It was something Senzaemon Nakiri had not expected at all.

"My opinion is the same as the two of you," Senzaemon Nakiri said lightly.

"Then I announce that in the first round of the challenge, the defending restaurant, Ono Sushi, has lost."

"The victor Renz."

With that.

Senzaemon Nakiri slowly savored the sushi in his hand.

This dish.

Hmm...

Good.

This craftsmanship...

This detail...

Hmm...

This precision and taste...

He deserved this victory; it was much stronger than Ono Zhen’s sushi.

When the ultimate fresh taste of the shrimp brain washed over his brain.

Senzaemon Nakiri felt his clothes loosen slightly.

It was rare to encounter a dish that could satisfy him.

He was about to cast an admiring gaze at Renz, but then saw Renz run to his granddaughter’s side.

Senzaemon Nakiri froze.

What did he want to do?

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