Master Fubara's Master

" Oh Master! Fubara greets legendary master Kenji-san! Please take me in as your disciple!"

" What?" Kenji was completely taken aback by the sudden turn of tables; did the haughty master just bow down to him?!

" Master, I have been ignorant of your greatness; please forgive me!" Master Fubara said, intent on begging for forgiveness.

" But what did you do?" Kenii was genuinely confused at the current situation; what the hell is a grown man kneeling down to him, asking for forgiveness?

" Please, get up," Kenji said, beginning to feel akward about the situation.

But even after that, Master Fubara didn't seem to want to budge. It seems like without Kenji forgiving him for whatever he had done wrong, he wouldn't be getting up.

" Alright, I forgive you. Now can you get up?" Kenii said, releasing a sigh; what the heck is wrong with this world?!

Master Fubara, with Kenji's words Immediately got up. In his mind, he had at first thought that Kenji was just one of those losers who didn't know that vastmess of the sky and he could just have some fun with them; I mean jeez, he was a culinary arts master, there are only a few rare dishes that he had never tasted and the ingredients for this disciple trial was definitely not rare enough to make such meals.

Meaning that from the start of this disciple trial, master Fubara already knew that no one was going to win.

It had been too long since he had some fun, so he thought that playing with the people of this town wouldn't be that bad. But what he wasn't expecting was that there was an actual culinary master who's skill seemed to exceed even his, and just a few minutes ago, he threatened to take away his life span.

If he had known, he probably would have not said anything of those words, and instead shower him with gifts and praise. For who knows, a master such as Kenji must surely have the resources and influence large enough to wipe him; Fubara out of existence in under one night!!

If Kenji knew what master Fubara was thinking of about him right now, he would have probably shyed away in embarrassment. All he did was make a regular dish on Earth, but it seems like that regular dish is something otherworldly in this world; how could he have known?

" Master please, accept me as your disciple,"

Those words kept on spewing out of his mouth as he looked to Kenji with overwhelming respect.

He was a successful man with a high B rank in his class. There was not really too much for him to pursue, for the fact that he was a spiriter meant that he wasn't good in combat but in more domestic jobs, and so his spirit to improve has slowly died down till it was no longer there. To increase your ranking power, one needed a huge amount of resources, and even if you get so many resources but didn't use it right, there might be dire consequences.

In time, just like master Fubara, many have forgotten the will to improve and progress, and would tell their children that; once you have a rank and a class, to improve is impossible.

But now with Kenji's incredible cooking, he could reawaken that spirit in them, for when Kenji used regular vegetables to make such a meal, his rank level had increased by four!

Something he never thought was possible!

He had to become this master's disciple, so as to be able to make such incredulous dishes and infinitely improve.

Kenji was beginning to get a headache with master Fubara's insistent. He had no idea on what to do at the moment. Even if master Fubara acted disrespectful to him when they had first met a few minutes ago, he still felt weird at the moment.

He was the one who came to become a disciple. But now the same master he wanted to become the disciple of was begging to become his disciple; what kind of irony is this.

" Please master. I promise to take care of you well. Give you luxury living standards, fame, women, respect. Please," master Fubara said once more, already beginning to lose hope that Kenji would accept him.

Hearing master Fubara's tempting offer, Kenji shook his head with a slight smile* whoa! Luxury living standards and fame? Awesome, if this guy wants to give me free rent and throw money at me to make me famous, then who am I to stop him?*

" Alright then, I'm not interested in you giving me women, I'm not that kind of man. Just give me free ren- I mean good accommodation and respect, and I'll be alright," Kenji said, putting on the air of a great man, while laughing hysterically inside.

* Hahahah! I was at first thinking of going to an in or buying a small house. But if this haughty master wants to give me a free roof under my head, then yes, I shall accept it wholeheartedly,*

" Disciple Fubara greets master Kenji!" Master Fubara soad, bowing down on one knee.

" Rise," Kenji said softly, mimicking the words of the main character in a movie he had once watched.

" From today onwards, you are my master, and I am your disciple. I listen only to you, and you give me your commands," he said, like speaking an oath with the life of someone.

Kenji just nodded calmly, while inside he was feeling incredibly honoured.* I Makoto Kenji an just too good. Even after getting kicked out of the heroes party, I still found my footing and am now the matter of a revered man. What a good day it has been,*

Master Fubara then took Kenji outside and introduced him to the people of the town. They were shocked when they heard that he was master Fubara's Master, but realized that he must just be using an age concealing spell to hide his true age.

When Raphael heard about this, be was shocked. He knew that Kenji wasn't concealing his age, and that he had just tried to become master Fubara's disciple, but it seems like Kenji somehow found a way to become master Fubara's Master.

" Crazy!"

That was the only word that was able to fall out of his mouth. The whole situation was like a crazy dream.

* Little brother Kenji, it seems you really know how to suprise people,*