waryfishy

Now I'm writing this story since I can't motivate myself to learn normally.
So I decided to do it this way since I'm incredibly motivated to write.

Now to the story.

The main character is Eishi Tsukaksa's younger sister.
If you've read any of my other stories you should know where this is going.

Shokugeki no Soma: God's Touch

A few months had already passed since Ahma's arrival at Nakiri mansion, and she had thoroughly enjoyed the time.


But sadly as the beginning of summer arrived Alice decided to join her father in Denmark, to learn about molecular gastronomy.


Standing atop the front door steps, Ahma looked down at Alice as she gave her luggage to the chauffeur.


She felt a hand rest on her shoulder and pull her close, "You'll see her again,"


Ahma looked up at her father, "I'll make sure of that."


A wide smile formed on her face and she wrapped her arms around his leg.


Turning back, Alice smiled up at Erina and her, "I'LL WRITE TO YOU, I PROMISE."


They waved to each other and then the car with Alice inside drove away.


It was all too quick, it felt as though she had just arrived in Nakiri Mansion, there were still so many things she wanted to do with her sisters.


The two girls turned to each other, and smiled, they at least still had each other.


"Come on girls, let's get back inside," Azami said as he guided them towards the open doors.


Reaching up, Ahma took her father's hand, and seeing what her elder sister did, Erina followed her example.


Lying on her bed, Ahma was skimming through a cookbook she had found in the library when the door to her room was opened.


"Ahma, come with me!" it was her father, he was smiling at her, and she felt the warmth of that simple expression.


"Yes father," she said, jumping up and running over to him.


He chuckled and took her hand, before leading her down into a part of the mansion she had never been in.


They soon reached a small wooden door, and stepping forward her father placed a hand on it, "Do you want to be a good chef?"


Ahma shook her head, and smiled, "No father, I want to be the best chef."


He chuckled and held a gloved hand in front of his face, "Perfect."


The door then swung open to reveal a small dark room with a single table in the middle.


Ahma nodded and quickly climbed up onto the chair.


A wide smile formed on her face and she took a bite out of each dish.


"Tell me Ahma, which one is seasoned correctly?" he said, smiling down at her.


Taking her fork Aham pressed against the fish, thick fat began flowing out of it, "It has too much animal fat which overwhelms the other tastes and ruins them."


"Correct, now throw it in the bin!" her father ordered, pointing at the container next to her chair.


Nodding Ahma proceeded to throw the dish away, causing Azami to smile at least this daughter of his would listen to him.


Next, he brought before her Spanish Paella, which she immediately tried.


"Father, who made this?" she asked, pointing at the left one.


A scowl formed on her brow, "He's not very good, matter of fact, he's horrible. Why would you ever hire such a terrible cook".


She then threw the dish in the bin and pushed the other one away.


Chuckling Azami took the plate from her and began walking away, "You're so much like Mana, it's fascinating."


I hope you enjoyed the chapter and please tell me if you see any mistakes.


Then I hope you have a nice day or night depending on where you are, goodbye ;)


Two Dishes