"Your task is simple," the chef barked. "Create a dish using only the ingredients found within a five-mile radius of this resort. You have two hours. If your dish does not make me lose my composure, you are expelled immediately."
Their conversation was interrupted by Satoshi Isshiki, who entered the room wearing nothing but his usual fundoshi and an apron. His expression was uncharacteristically grave. "This isn't just a trip, Soma. The Totsuki Friendship and Rapport Training Camp is where the academy begins to prune the weak. It’s the first real step toward the Fall Selections. If you can't survive the next few days, you aren't worthy of the Tōtsuki name." Shokugeki no Souma Episode 8
With a determined nod, Megumi followed Soma out into the wild. The camp had officially begun, and for the 92nd Generation, the path to the top would be paved with sweat, fire, and the relentless pursuit of culinary perfection. If you'd like to continue the story, let me know: "Your task is simple," the chef barked
Soma stood in a massive industrial kitchen, his station already prepped. Standing before him was a tall, imposing man with piercing eyes that seemed to dissect everything they touched. He didn't offer a greeting. Instead, he slammed a heavy cleaver into a wooden block at the front of the room. If your dish does not make me lose