[Action] Home Ec, you poor bastards...

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[Whether on Monday or Tuesday, the Home Ec classrooms are shut and locked. A note instructs students to go to the new basement classrooms.]

[Of course, students aren't normally allowed in the basement, but hey, the note's pretty clear.]

[Taking the elevator down and following the signs leads to an ominous sense of heat before it leads to the door. Opening that door makes it worse, as waves of heat and an absolutely delicious scent of thick stew pour out of a two-story tall pot dominating a kitchen that appears to have come from hell itself.]

[Rows of desks line up before a chalkboard. As the bell rings, the classroom... still has no teacher. The students are welcome to look around, talk amongst themselves, and wonder what's going on for all of a minute -- WHEN SUDDENLY--]

KiiiiiiiYAH!

[A sun shines brilliantly in the heavens (even though they're indoors), silhouetting the figure of the Home Ec. teacher as he descends from above! With a crash, Mr. Champloo lands in the middle of the floor, then rises and points at the class.]

Kitchen Fist Fire Chaos Style! I, your Home Economics teacher, appear by the name of... Champloo!

[At once, every stove burner in the room bursts into flame.]

You all have embraced the path of cooking! And some other things covered in this class that are much less important. I warn you, the path of cooking is not for the faint of heart! You must have strength! You must have passion! You must be prepared to risk your life in the pursuit of the perfect dish! From this day forward you are students of the High Heat style of cooking!

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[In the middle row, there's a student with his head resting on his hand, looking up at the front of the room with only the vaguest interest. In fact, he only looks up at about the time the teacher introduces himself. Miharu is clearly not very impressed.]

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Before you can prepare ingredients, you must first master your tools! To the side, you will each find a knife, and a suitable assortment of ingredients. Take your places!

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[He glances over at the knife and ingredients, but doesn't move.]

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[Champloo shakes his head sadly.]

It seems your heart is cold and soggy, like a melon left on the bottom shelf too long. It is not too late! Take that melon from the fridge before it rots!

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My heart isn't soggy. I already know how to use a knife.

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Then let us see your skills! Show me your rapport with the ingredients!

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'Kay.

[Yeah, he's just going to silently cut up the ingredients. He does know what he's doing, though, and it looks like he has a lot of experience.]

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Your cuts are cold and clinical! A freshly-rinsed baking dish will never warm a cutlet unless it is placed in the oven!

[ossutamente.livejournal.com]

[What.] No. It won't.

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Then strike with passion and energy! Your heart must warm that baking dish until its contents burst with taste and flavor!