Everything originated from the Shokugeki that Yukihira "carelessly" proposed.
"Well, speaking of it, after becoming the first seat, I competed with the juniors every day, and I haven't competed with Takemi for a long time." They were busy for a long time that day, and finally processed the nominations for the autumn selection. When the final list was drawn, the sun was already setting, and the conference room was filled with a lazy atmosphere of relaxing after hard work. An arm was spread on Takmi's thin shoulders. His sleeves were half rolled up. The temperature of his exposed forearm was a bit hotter than the brilliant afterglow outside the window that day. Soujin, who was sitting in the first seat, used his usual lazy tone when relaxing. The smile at the corner of his mouth was full of the unique wantonness and sincerity of a young man. "How about next Friday afternoon, the theme is dessert?"
Before Takemi could say anything, the red-haired boy jumped up from his chair again as if he had been electrocuted, "Sorry, sorry, there is a halberd festival, I almost forgot - Hey, Takemi, if you win, I will return the half-moon knife to you -"
The last words floated briskly in the wind, and the boy who called Takmi had disappeared.
Xiaohui carefully sorted out today's results, put them one by one in folders, and walked towards the office. Others also got up and left. Only Takmi sat there, his mind in a mess.
He sat there for a long time. The chair next to him had long since dissipated the boy's blazing body temperature. The sun had faded, and the bright moon hung high, cutting through his many worries with a cold and cold feeling. It was as heavy as the half-moon knife he picked up for the first time when he was a child.
Intention: Those footsteps that were constantly chasing in the wasteland of cooking, the curve of the moon that illuminated his progress, the face of the young man that he raised his head to catch a glimpse of at countless thorny moments, and the love that was hidden by him but burning in the young heart. These treasures that he carefully held in his heart, along with the young man's proud heart, were inadvertently shattered by Xingping.