Reborn Brave's casual journey - The legendary bravest seems to be even stronger in his second life

"Is this the restaurant guild?"

That's Barbara's guild, known as Gourmet Town, that oversees all restaurants.

It was also a bigger building than the Adventurer Guild.

I'm here to take an exam to win a culinary tournament.

The dishes offered at the Games have already solidified.

When the prototype was eaten by the twins, Mertella, and even the innkeepers and guests, the great admiration had convinced Lion that this would no doubt be the case.

"Is that it?

Discovering a contact like that, Lion approaches.

"Sister, are you accepting a cooking tournament appearance here?

"Yes, it is.... uh, could you possibly be competing?

"Yeah. Even if it looks like this, I'm good at cooking."

"... Really? So you're glad you're taking the qualifying exam?

Apparently, you can take up to two qualifying exams in total.

But until this tournament, there's only one more qualifying exam left.

This would mean that Lion would have to pass in one shot.

"The pass rate of the exam is about twenty percent. Percentage like one in five, right? It is very difficult, but the Games are going to continue in the future. Some cooks have finally won the competition for the tenth time, so don't give up and try again."

You think it's impossible for a kid like Lion to suddenly pass or something, but he still follows me when he says it's before he takes it.

"Ugh, yeah."

Lion completes registration while nodding vaguely.

It was the day after tomorrow that that last qualifying exam would take place.

"Especially since the final qualifying exam will kill participants, it will be quite a fierce battle every year, so even if you fail, you don't have to be discouraged."

So the next day, Lion was visiting the Restaurant Guild again.

Together with the other contestants, several kitchens will be taken to a large cooking room lined up in shifts.

They actually cook here, and the judges try that and pick the passers.

There are about twenty people in this cooking room, but two more, another cooking room seems to have the same number of people, and this time the number of participants will be roughly sixty.

They were all older than Lion, some of them about fifty years old.

In the tingling air, the facilitator declares the start of the test.

"The time limit is one hour. Complete the dishes that you plan to serve at the tournament for the judges, or three servings. Tasting will be done from those who have been able to, so bring the dish forward as soon as you are done. So let's start cooking."

At the next moment, the participants began to move in unison.

Those who cut vegetables, those who begin to whisk fish, those who set the frying pan on fire… there are only cooks who remember in their arms, each of whom proceeds to cook with just the speed of their hands.

But in the meantime, there were some of the youngest contestants showing cooking speed in different dimensions.

Of course it is Lion.

If I waved the knife at an unstoppable speed in my eyes, the vegetables were instantly finished cutting.

Moreover, even the potato skin is well peeled.

(Huh? How did you cut the vegetables now...?

Lion stirred meat, vegetables, mushrooms, and more as the cook who was cooking right next door witnessed it and watched.

Rion starts simmering stir-fried ingredients in a pan.

I will add the different types of spices that I have prepared there.

It is no exaggeration to say that the type and proportion of this spice determines the flavour, so even after the prototype was praised, further improvements were made with research.

What a mixture of spices, more than fifteen.

Some of them are not commonly used.

... spices taken from vicious botanical demons, etc., can't even be in circulation.

"" "Huh!?

Other participants, who were immersed in their own cooking, inadvertently stopped moving.

The overwhelming fragrance emanated from the spices used by Lion spread throughout the venue, strongly stimulating their sense of smell.

"Hey, what's this delicious smell...?

"Who the hell...?

"I can't win... there's no way I can win..."

It is difficult to identify the source of the smell because of the smell of various dishes coming from all over the place, but nevertheless it was enough to captivate the participants.

Some of them even deplored the difference in power and stopped cooking altogether.

While simmering, Lion grinds the granular white grain in the pan with water.

Then cover with soaking in water and put on fire.

All we have to do now is wait.

"All right, come on up."

Eventually, after finishing the cooking, Lion exhaled relief that it had been done as ideally.

Enough time left if you realize it.

Because it was well simmered, it became critical.

As Lion carried the dish, the judges seemed to be waiting for it now or now,

"Finally!

"Hurry up and feed me!

"Curry is my favorite thing!

Yes, the dish Lyon made was curry.

But unlike the curry that goes out in Barbara, it's not something to put on bread and eat.

"Under the curry, the comedy is laid...?

"Yeah, I am. I curried my comedy."

Lion nodded.

"That's the combination..."

"But does it fit...?

To the judges who turn their suspicious eyes, Lion assured them.

"Of course. Curry and Comedy are definitely compatible."