A luxurious car stopped in front of a slaughterhouse not far from Far Moon.
"This is it. Because Far Moon has very high standards for ingredient quality, all meats are butchered and immediately sent over. The meat products produced daily by this small slaughterhouse are delivered on the same day to various classrooms, research societies, private ingredient storage rooms, and other places within Far Moon."
Hisako Arato respectfully reported to Erina Nakiri, then hesitated and looked at Satou, asking, "Satou, are you really planning to work here for a while?"
"Yes."
Satou nodded. He planned to process ingredients here with the Seven Star Sword - Breaking Army to awaken its hidden ~ attributes.
"Actually, Satou, if you want to practice butchering techniques, I can immediately contact someone to teach you. There's no need to go to such a dirty place."
Erina Nakiri frowned, clearly repulsed by the bloody smell of the place.
"Oh, it's fine," Satou said. He wasn't really trying to practice; he just wanted to process large livestock.
"Alright then. I'll go in with you to take a look."
Erina Nakiri could only nod, saying obediently.
"Huh? Miss Erina going to a place like this? How can that be! It will tarnish your noble status!"
Hisako Arato was immediately startled and quickly tried to dissuade her.
"Yeah, Erina, you don't need to go. Anyway, I won't be here for many days," Satou said.
Erina Nakiri hesitated for a moment, then heard Hisako Arato say, "Besides, Miss Erina is participating in a judging event soon. It would be very rude if she had the smell of blood on her."
"Then… alright."
Erina Nakiri finally nodded, then said to Satou, "Satou, you must work hard. Sometimes I'll come to see you."
"Yes, I understand."
Satou nodded, then, led by a Far Moon staff member, walked into the slaughterhouse.
As soon as he entered, Satou smelled an animal odor. Several pigs squealed as they were dragged from a truck and transported into the slaughterhouse.
"You're the young man who came to work today, right?"
At this moment, a strong middle-aged Uncle Wu Tian with a cloth tied around his head and a full beard walked out, patted Satou's shoulder, and asked.
"That's right, I'm here to work."
Satou nodded. Earlier, Hisako Arato had already informed them that a Far Moon student would be coming to work here.
"Hmm, your physique…"
The Uncle Wu Tian frowned as he examined Satou's lean build, stroking the stubble on his chin. "This is physical labor."
However, he immediately shook his head and said, "Never mind, I'll arrange some lighter tasks for you."
He thought Satou was an ordinary student working to support himself. Although most students who could enter Far Moon were sons and daughters of certain gourmet groups or famous restaurants, there were also some students from impoverished backgrounds, like the former Chief, Kojiro Shinomiya, whose family background was below average, and whose only goal in studying hard was to allow his mother to taste delicious food.
So he didn't want to make things too difficult for him.
"Thank you then."
Satou smiled and nodded, thinking the Uncle Wu Tian was a good person.
"Haha, no problem."
The Uncle Wu Tian laughed heartily and said, "Being able to get into Far Moon, it seems you're very hardworking. Keep it up, you can just call me Uncle Wu Tian from now on."
Next, Satou followed Uncle Wu Tian into the butchering workshop. There weren't many people inside, only about a dozen, and their job was to perform initial processing on livestock that had already been slaughtered and bled.
"You can start working now, is that okay?"
Uncle Wu Tian said to Satou.
"Of course, no problem."
Satou nodded, then walked into the changing room and put on the work uniform.
"Oh? You brought your own tools? We have specialized tools here."
Uncle Wu Tian looked at the Seven Star Sword - Breaking Army on Satou's back, somewhat surprised.
"Oh, this is the kitchen knife I usually use at school," Satou said.
"Is that so?"
Uncle Wu Tian nodded.
"Hey, hey, I heard you're a Far Moon student, is that true?"
At this moment, a short, dark-skinned young man, A Song, approached Satou, asking with a look of longing.
"Yes, what about it?"
Satou looked at him with some surprise.
"My dream is to get into Far Moon next year too!"
He said with a hopeful expression.
"Is that so? Then work hard," Satou said with a smile.
"Haha, A Song, just give up. How could you possibly get into Far Moon?"
"Exactly."
The people in the butchering room all burst into laughter upon hearing this.
A Song scratched his head, a bit embarrassed.
This young man named A Song was very talkative, constantly pestering Satou with questions about Far Moon.
Through their conversation, Satou learned that A Song was fourteen years old and in middle school. Since his parents had passed away, he worked here part-time to earn living expenses. However, despite the people here liking to tease him, they actually took good care of him.
"I say, since you're a Far Moon student, have you ever met God Tongue, Miss Erina?"
A Song suddenly asked with an expectant look.
"Uh, yes, I have. Why?"
Satou couldn't help but ask, thinking to himself that not only had he met Erina, but she would also be his wife in the future.
"Really?"
A Song immediately became excited. "How is she? Is she as beautiful and amazing as the rumors say?"
Seeing his expression, Satou was a bit amused and exasperated. So this was a fan of the Tsundere, too?
"Well, she is quite beautiful," he nodded and said.
"Miss Erina is my idol! I hope to become a chef like her in the future. I even follow her on Twitter!"
A Song proudly pulled out his phone to show Satou.
Huh, the Tsundere has Twitter?
Satou was a bit surprised, then took a look. It was indeed the Tsundere's Twitter, and she had quite a few followers, several million. Every post had tens of thousands of comments, all praising Miss Erina for being beautiful and amazing.
Satou was a bit speechless. So his wife was a national idol?
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