Lunch War!!! Round One!

"Dong"

A War Drum echoed through the mountain.

As if time stopped, Seniors and Juniors stopped moving on that moment.

"Dong"

All training equipment was thrown in the armory, hundreds of disciples started running.

"Dong"

Guin and his "little" brother finally noticed something was wrong, by then 90% disciples had already evacuated and the ones who were left were crawling to leave as fast as they could.

"Dong"

"What happened?" is what Guin wanted to ask, but his lack of experience talking this World's language stopped him from saying a single word, instead it was his body that gave the answer to all his questions.

"Dong"

As the fifth beat resounded, our piggy's stomach made a loud noise protesting their inaction, and as if to answer the stomach's protest, ever lasting boy exclaimed out loud as the sixth beat resounded.

"Dong"

"Lunch Time!!!"

Yes, those six loud beats of war drums echoed through the whole mountain announcing Guin's most expected event, lunch time!

"Big Bro, we gotta run fast! Or no food will be left!"

Grabbing the pig by the wrist, the giant started running full speed toward the refectory.

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There were 5 refectories in the Thunder Sword Sect. The top most one provided food exclusive for the Elders. The second one from top to bottom provided food for the Core Disciples. And the three lower ones provided food for the Inner Disciples. The Outer Disciples had to make their own food.

Luckily our piggy and boar were both Inner Disciples, so as long as they got to the refectory on time, they would be able to eat....at least that's what Guin had thought.

As the two approached the Third Refectory, the scene Guin saw could be depicted in a single word: Chaos.

On one side people pressing against each other trying to reach cook to receive their share, on another all tables were occupied and people had no choice but eat standing up, but because there were people moving everywhere, it was a hellish task to keep your food safe to finish eating. There were also many people stealing food from each other, fighting and making noise. Yes, it was like school all over again.

(Hey boy, if you don't fight for your food you will stay hungry....)

Guin and the little brother who was not really his brother and was even bigger than him patiently waited their turn by staying behind everybody else and not forcing their way through. Time passed, and passed, and passed but the mob of disciples in front of them seem to never end. Finally, 1 hour latter, the kitchen announced the end of Lunch time.

(See? God knows it all.)

"Wait!?"

"Whaaaaa!???"

"We didn't even get food yet!"

The new disciples who showed respect for their seniors by letting them pass before protested out loud but the kitchen staff couldn't care less, emerging a energy barrier and starting to clean the kitchen.

Guin wanted to protest as well but the language barrier made the easy task a lot harder, in the end he decided to simply say the main point of complain in a single word. He lifted his fist and hit it against the energy wall screaming.

"Food! Food! Food! Food!"

The everlasting boy was the first to follow, hitting the wall with even stronger and scream at the top of his lungs.

"Food! Food! Food! Food!"

Soon all the hungry mob joined in, synchronizing their fists and hitting the energy wall.

"Food! Food! Food! Food!"

"Food! Food! Food! Food!"

"Food! Food! Food! Food!"

(Food! Food! Food! Food! What? If they can, so can I! Stop making that face! Ok ok, I will stop! Damn boring bird...depriving an old man of his fun...)

As the manifestation gained momentum the main cook who was responsible for the kitchen finally decided to take action before the spirit barrier break. He took his huge cooking knife, approached the counter and said.

"Good! Good! It seems like the new recruits got spirit! Very well, I will give you all a chance!"

Saying this he stabbed his knife on the counter with all his strength making half of the knife sink into it.

"If anyone of you can take out this knife, I will give food to you all!"

The mob quieted down and soon a challenger appeared, he positioned himself in front of knife and tried to grab it with both hands but the moment he touched the knife's handle he retracted his hands while letting out a scream of pain.

"Ahh!!!What is wrong with this knife!? Its like its made of fire!!"

The cook shook his head, and looked around waiting for the next challenger.

"No way! Even my gloves are melting!"

"How the fuck are we supposed to take this damn knife out!?"

"Impossible! Its simply impossible!"

"If not even the mighty Me is able to do it, there is no way any of you weaklings will be able to do it!"

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Challenger after challenger came but the results were still the same. Just touching the knife was already enough to stop most challengers and the few who were able to grab it didn't have enough strength to take it out.

(Booooooring! They made so much noise and cant even lift a single knife!)

After the tenth challenger, the cook lost interest and went back to the kitchen, and after a few more tries there was no one else who dared to challenge the knife so people start dispersing but one fatty guinea pig hadn't gave up yet...wait, no, he actually did give up too, he just didn't leave yet.

Guin scratched his head with looking straight at the knife. He had being feeling frustrated since the explosion. The exercise he was forced in the morning was the worst hell he ever faced in his life and now this damn world wanted to deny even his food!

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Guin screamed inside his head as tears silently dropped from his eyes.

(Oh! Is he going to finally do something now? Is this it? The time of the awakening??)

The big guy on his side lightly tapped his shoulder. "Lets go big bro. We still have to go to the library take out our cultivation and skill manuals. This afternoon is free time so we can get something in the farm or hunt in the forest."

Feeling defeated, the fatty turned around and looked at his big partner, and after letting out a long sign, the fatty cleaned his tears and started walking, following the one who just left.

(What!? That's it!??? Hey! Don't give up yet! At least try! Come on!!!)

Actually, the little pig was quite lucky this time, if he dared to touch the knife with his bare hands the result would result worse than what happened to the crystal ball. But with no way of knowing such a thing would happen, all that was left for him is hunger and frustration.