Mash-Up Anime World: Adopted by the Sawamura Family

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

"Akira-chan, did you really just call Mana that woman 'Auntie'?"

Leonora burst into laughter, her face lit up with amusement as she teased.

"What else should I call her?"

"She is Erina's mother, after all."

Sawamura Akira responded instinctively, not realizing the trap he had just walked into.

"Sawamura Akira, you absolute, insufferable bastard!"

"How can you be such a hypocrite?!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Calling Alice's mother "Big Sister" while calling hers "Auntie"—this level of favoritism was downright criminal!

"Erina, calm down!"

"I really can't, in good conscience, call Mana 'Big Sister'!"

Sawamura Akira hurriedly hugged Erina tightly, breaking into a nervous sweat as he explained.

Pfft!

Leonora once again burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as tears welled up in her eyes.

Wasn't this just an indirect way of calling Mana an old hag?

Come to think of it, it had been a long time since she last saw Mana. Perhaps it was time for a little visit.

After all, as her former sister-in-law, it was only proper to show some "concern."

In an attempt to divert the conversation, Sawamura Akira quickly said:

"Erina, if you want to save Aunt Mana's life, there are only two options."

"Either we get a legendary Dragon-grade chef to help, or we find some special cuisine that might stimulate her God Tongue and restore it."

"What kind of special cuisine?"

"Those that have left a significant mark in history, legendary recipes, and rare seasonings."

"For example, Red Soul Vinegar."

"A vinegar that takes ten years to ferment and another ten years to age."

"Its deep, amber-like hue enhances the flavor of river and seafood to an irresistible level with just a single drop."

Hearing Sawamura Akira's description, everyone present couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Who wouldn't be curious about the taste of Red Soul Vinegar?

A condiment that required twenty years to produce—it must be exceptional.

"Twenty years? My mom will probably be long gone by then."

Having grown up with Sawamura Akira, Erina had picked up his style of speaking.

"I don't have the recipe for brewing it—we'd have to find it first."

"So you're saying this is basically a needle in a haystack?"

Erina rolled her eyes.

"What else can I do?"

"Many of China's master chefs, if they had no successors, would often hide their culinary knowledge inside intricate everyday objects."

"As long as the object remains intact, the knowledge within remains preserved until someone fated to discover it comes along."

"Some have been found in scroll tubes, hidden paintings, layered boxes, and more."

"Most lost recipes have been uncovered this way."

"Erina, speaking of which, I recently found a lost recipe in China."

"And guess what? It just so happens to be for Sashimi—Japan's most famous dish."

Snap!

Sawamura Akira clapped his hands together, smiling brightly.

Hearing this, Erina's heart sank instantly. She clenched her fists, her mind in turmoil.

"Sawamura Akira, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"What do you mean, 'on purpose'?"

"This recipe's contents blew my mind when I first saw it."

"You should call Aunt Mana back from abroad as soon as possible—might as well try it as a last resort."

"Is it a difficult dish?"

"Not particularly, but it requires precision and skill."

"Dangerous?"

"Not for me. This is a dish that only a martial artist can properly execute."

"The physical endurance required is beyond that of ordinary people."

With every new revelation, everyone's curiosity only grew stronger.

What did ancient Chinese sashimi look like?

How delicious could it possibly be?

And why could only martial artists prepare it?

"Erina, let's hold our Shokugeki in the Tsukiten no Ma at Totsuki Academy."

"By the way, you're not going to cry and throw a fit if you lose, are you?"

"Who do you think I am?!"

"I, Erina Nakiri, always keep my word!"

If not for her mother's condition, she would have backed out immediately.

This smiling, scheming bastard was definitely setting her up!

Such an obvious ploy—yet she had no way to refuse.

"You liar! You have the audacity to say you've never studied cooking?!"

"I really haven't!"

"I just anticipated this exact situation."

"I knew you'd unreasonably challenge me to a Shokugeki sooner or later."

"So I prepared in advance."

"And what do you know? Turns out I was right."

"You—you—"

Erina was absolutely livid!

"Many chefs in both China and Japan dedicate their entire lives to mastering just one dish."

"For example, that sushi master who's spent his whole life making sushi."

"I figured knowing a few special recipes would be enough for me."

"Lastly, I hope everyone enjoys my Shokugeki against Erina!"

"Sawamura-kun/Akira-kun, you're too kind. We'll definitely attend!"

"Will invitations be required?"

"If so, you can get them from the Nakiri family."

Sawamura Akira pointed at Erina matter-of-factly, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

He had no idea what kind of chaos he had just unleashed.

Seeing Sawamura Akira treating the Nakiri family as if they were his own, everyone's expressions became complicated.

The Nakiri family had hit the jackpot.

This Shokugeki would undoubtedly draw the attention of all of Japan's elite.

Even Kujou Seiko felt irritated.

Suddenly, the more she looked at Erina and Leonora, the more annoyed she became.

But since Akira had already spoken, there was no turning back.

If she protested now, it would only damage her grandson's reputation.

Had this been arranged under the Kujou family's name, their prestige and influence would have skyrocketed.

Why should they let the Nakiri family walk away with such a windfall for free?

Her grandson was too sentimental.

Did he not realize how many childhood friends he already had?

Kujou Sakurako, standing nearby, quickly noticed her grandmother's mood shift.

She immediately tugged at Sawamura Akira's sleeve, subtly reminding him.

Seeing his grandmother throwing a mini tantrum like a child, Sawamura Akira had no choice.

Time to go smooth things over.

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