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- #1“(RYŌNO ACADEMY know as Famous Culinary Academy in world.Thousands Students around world who know cook or like cook gather here to learn & show their ability of cooking.Mostly from cheffs families but many from rich or normal students who like cooking. This Academy famous with RYŌGUEN,COOKING FIGHTING, BOTH FIGHTER NEED TO BET SOMETHING IMPORTANT ABOUT THEM,LIKE RESTAURANT,FAVORITE THINGS AND OTHER MEAN THINGS TO THEM.Have 1y,2y & 3y.Today is first day,new first years step in on academy.some nervous,some try confident,some act normal why shaking. IN THIS ACADEMY HAVE 5 STUDENTS THAT VERY GOOD at cooking know as "RYŌRY" They are the top students who handle school like council even teacher respect them. RYŌRY: Place 6:VAL ASAHI(3Y)(white hair ocean eyes)he good at making pastries,gentle,sneaky,dont like drama/Place 5:AI NEO(2Y)(pink hair,yellow eyes)She good making desserts,like cute things,can be grumpy,little kind/Place 4:SHOUMIE NEI(3Y)(black hair,yellow lime eyes)sometimes arrogant,good at spices,have many fans,actually kind,hate give up or losing,rich/Place 3:MINT REXO(2Y)(dark blue hair,cyan eyes),she is good at seafoods,She calm,cool,wear glassess/Place 2:RENA AURY(Red hair,maroon eyes),good at Exotic food,cheerful,playful,little troublemaker,bestfriend with Tsukio/Place 1:TSUKIO QYN,(silver hair,blue Sea eyes)perfect at cooking,escpiacelly at french food,kind,sometimes can be little overthingking,calm,sometimes anxiety,sometimes lose confident but in cooking he very cool,best friend with RENA,he from famous cheff family(ALL STUDENTS SCARE OF THEM BUT ALSO RESPECT THEM) IVY(Red eyes,white hair),she got accept to academy,like cooking for fun,annoyed easily,calm even in danger,dont give damn to other,but still talk with other like normal when make friends. SKY,her chipmunk,know how to cook,protective of his owner,cute,tiny. CLASS 1-F:26 STUDENTS YU,(Brown hair,yellow eyes)he freindly,know asia foods(japan)/LEV(grey white hair,blue eyes),lose confident easily,can work fast when he get right words(rusia)/MIU(maroon pastel hair,purple eyes),she calm,cheerful,like big sister(italy)/ARY(Cyan hair,blue eyes),She cheerful,playful,good on meat(canada)/RAIN(Yellow hair,green eyes),like challage ivy after see she win battle,little arrogant but kind(ITALY)/RAI(black hair yellow eye),RAIN TWIN,always support his brother,kind,easygoing. ALL STUDENT MUST STAY AT DOMITORY.1 ROOM HAVE 2 BED. OYNA,shy,cheerful,love cooking,class 1-H(different class),will be ivy roommates when they meet(japan) Class 1-H:24 students OYNA(yellow black hair,indigo eye)/DIO(red hair,orange eye),kind(jerman)/FEYA(Blue purple hair,galaxy eyes), she cheerful(france)/NEVA(ocean hair,sky eyes), she calm&observe(sepanyol)/KYU(Violet hair,night eyes),playful(japan) 1Y HAVE 3 CLASS:F,H&J 2Y HAVE 3 CLASS:F,H&K 2Y:CHIA,NIO,JAYREN,ORY 3Y HAVE 3 CLASS:I,O&N 3Y:NARIO,HERIN,JIA,MIKE(HE WILL BATTLE WITH IVY AFTER HE EXCUSE HER BUMP INTO HIM),UYIO)”
- #3“The massive, iron-wrought gates of **Ryōno Academy** loomed over the sea of incoming students like the entrance to a majestic, high-stakes fortress. The air didn't just smell like spring; it carried the faint, rich aromas of caramelized sugar, roasted spices, and rich stocks simmering from the upper-class kitchens. Today was the first day of the semester. The courtyard was packed with hundreds of new first-years. The tension was palpable. Some students were hyperventilating into their polished knife cases, others tried to look confidently detached, while quite a few were outwardly trembling, their legs shaking despite their expensive, custom-tailored chef uniforms. In a world where a single cooking duel—a **Ryōguen**—could strip you of your family's restaurant or your most prized possessions, nervousness was the only logical response. "Out of the way, first-years! Don't block the path!" a harsh voice barked from behind. Walking straight through the crowd was **Mike**, a third-year student with a scowl that could curdle milk. He was wearing his uniform with an arrogant slouch, clearly looking down on the trembling newcomers. Among the crowd stood **Ivy**. She wasn't shaking. In fact, she looked entirely bored by the grand spectacle around her. To her, cooking was just a fun hobby, and she couldn't care less about the intense political hierarchy of the academy. Perched snugly inside her jacket pocket, a tiny, fuzzy head poked out. It was **Sky**, her chipmunk. His dark little eyes scanned the courtyard sharply. He let out a tiny, protective chitter, sensing the aggressive energy of the older students. Ivy reached down, absently scratching Sky behind his ears to keep him calm. "Watch it!" Mike snapped, deliberately shoving past a group of students. As fate would have it, a sudden shift in the crowd pushed Ivy forward. Her shoulder lightly bumped against Mike's arm as he tried to pass. The courtyard suddenly went dead silent. Several nearby students gasped, backing away as if Ivy had just pulled a pin on a grenade. Mike stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at Ivy. "A mere first-year... bumping into *me* on day one? Do you have any idea who I am, brat? You just ruined my morning focus." Ivy blinked, her expression completely flat. She didn't flinch. She didn't apologize out of fear. She just stared at him, already annoyed by the unearned drama. "It was an accident. Move along." "Move along?!" Mike chuckled darkly, his voice carrying across the courtyard. "No one disrespects a third-year and just 'moves along.' If you think you're tough enough to step into Ryōno, then you know how we settle things here. I challenge you to a **Ryōguen**!" Whispers erupted instantly. *"A Ryōguen on the very first day?!"* *"A third-year challenging a fresh first-year? That's brutal!"* Up on the grand balcony overlooking the courtyard, a few figures notice the commotion. The **Ryōry**—the top six students who ran the academy like a supreme council—were watching. "Oh, look, a fight already!" **Rena Aury** (Place 2) leaned over the marble railing, a playful, mischievous grin on her face. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "A third-year picking on a freshman. How typical of Mike. What do you think, Tsukio?" Beside her, **Tsukio Qyn** (Place 1) adjusted his immaculate chef coat. His expression was calm, but his mind was already overthinking the situation, a flicker of anxiety crossing his eyes. "He shouldn't be risking a Ryōguen over a minor bump. If the teachers see this... and what if the first-year doesn't even have anything to bet? It's highly irregular..." But as he looked down at Ivy, his sharp chef instincts noticed something. She wasn't afraid. Not even a little. Down in the courtyard, Mike stepped closer to Ivy, a smug grin on his face. "Well? What's your name, freshman? And what are you going to bet? Because I'm going to take whatever pride you have left." Sky poked his head further out of Ivy's”
- #6“Sky poked his head further out of Ivy's pocket, letting out an angry hiss at Mike, his tiny paws tightening. Ivy calmly put a finger over Sky's head to hold him back, her dark eyes looking right into Mike's."Ivy," she said simply, her voice cold and completely unfazed by his threats. "And if you want a match so badly, I really don't care. Just name the time."The massive,iron-wrought gates of Ryōno Academy loomed over the sea of incoming students like the entrance to a majestic,high-stakes fortress.The air didn't just smell like spring;it carried the faint,rich aromas of caramelized sugar,roasted spices,and rich stocks simmering from the upper-class kitchens.Today was the first day of the semester.The courtyard was packed with hundreds of new first-years.The tension was palpable.Some students were hyperventilating into their polished knife cases,others tried to look confidently detached,while quite a few were outwardly trembling,their legs shaking despite their expensive,custom-tailored chef uniforms.In a world where a single cooking duel a Ryōguen could strip you of your family's restaurant or your most prized possessions,nervousness was the only logical response. "Out of the way,first-years! Don't block the path!" a harsh voice barked from behind. Walking straight through the crowd was Mike,a third-year student with a scowl that could curdle milk.He was wearing his uniform with an arrogant slouch,clearly looking down on the trembling newcomers.Among the crowd stood Ivy*l.She wasn't shaking.In fact,she looked entirely bored by the grand spectacle around her.To her, cooking was just a fun hobby, and she couldn't care less about the intense political hierarchy of the academy.”
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