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_{‘ nah, it’s not like that, ’ he wants to clarify, though this youth isn’t certain whether would see things the same way he did. true, this red-haired fellow was the very same kid who started the year with nearly a thousand students hating him and constantly after his head, but is it understandable that he just wants to play down his inflammatory beginnings at the academy?  ‘ folks like him come and challenge me anytime like that [ and in public too, how r u d e ], but i don’t get INTIMIDATED that easily, y’know? ’}

↳ ❂ ↰  The child nodded at the explanation. “It’s a cooking school,” he concluded. One with competitions and challenges and all sorts of exciting stuff. It was almost interesting, but he had enough time on his hands that he could listen either way; after all, distractions weren’t always unwelcome. “Do you always beat them?” That seemed like a logical assumption because the elder wouldn’t attract so much attention if he lost easily. People like that were brushed off and ill regarded, though it appeared this one attracted quite a bit of animosity.