“Two-Color Haki Training Manual (Marine Edition)” Saku Hayashi held the “drinking money” Rocks had casually given him.
When he saw the word “Marine” on the cover, he couldn’t help laughing.
It had probably been dropped by some Marine officer.
Thinking about it, that made sense.
Most pirates came from rough backgrounds and learned Haki through trial and error during battle.
The Marines, however, possessed summarized training methods, which explained why so many of them could use Haki.
As for why the manual didn’t include Conqueror’s Haki, that was because users of Conqueror’s Haki were extremely rare even among the Marines.
Haki wouldn’t be especially useful to Saku Hayashi, but he could practice it for fun whenever he had free time.
… At the Ice Forest Restaurant, Saku Hayashi wasn’t surprised to see the customer who had arrived.
He smiled knowingly.
Starjun had come at roughly the time he expected.
“Haha!
Starjun, Sous Chef of Gourmet Corp.
It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Starjun hadn’t worn a mask or attempted to conceal his identity.
He had openly come to visit.
The third-eye-like scar on his forehead and the burn-like marks covering his face were more than enough to prove who he was.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Saku Hayashi.” Starjun nodded lightly.
Despite belonging to Gourmet Corp., he wasn’t as difficult to communicate with as many of its other members.
Saku Hayashi’s first impression of Starjun was quite good.
Compared to him, it was almost impossible to imagine that the carefree glutton Toriko was his biological brother.
No one would have guessed they were related.
“The Ice Forest Restaurant… I’ve heard of this place, but this is my first visit.
Are there many people here today?” Starjun asked.
If possible, he would prefer a quiet environment for their conversation.
“No one else is here except Tsurara.
The next customers with reservations won’t arrive for another month,” Saku Hayashi replied, shaking his head.
… The moment Starjun entered the Ice Forest Restaurant, a refreshing chill seeped into his skin and revitalized his mind.
He noticed several crystalline blue decorations.
Their completely natural patterns looked like masterpieces carved by nature itself.
“Frostwood from the northern region of Ice Hell.
It’s quite a rare material for decoration.” “You even recognize this?
Your knowledge is impressive.
As expected of Gourmet Corp.’s Sous Chef,” Tsurara said with a smile.
“Today, I’m here only as Starjun,” Starjun replied.
His meaning was obvious.
He hadn’t come in his capacity as a member of Gourmet Corp.
“I’ll get straight to the point.
Is Toriko really my brother?” After asking the question, Starjun stared intently at Saku Hayashi.
He would clearly notice even the slightest change in Saku Hayashi’s expression.
“Toriko is indeed your brother.
Proving it would be simple—just perform a DNA test.
With your strength, obtaining a sample of Toriko’s DNA should be effortless,” Saku Hayashi answered casually.
“If you want to recover the relevant memories, eat ANOTHER, Acacia’s fish dish.
It will allow you to remember the food memories you’ve forgotten.” Starjun fell silent for a moment before smiling.
“All right, I believe you.
I never imagined I had a biological brother.
This feeling is truly strange.” Toriko of the Four Heavenly Kings… My biological brother… “So, are you planning to reveal your identity to Toriko?” Saku Hayashi asked with a smile.
“Not yet.
Toriko is still rather weak.
Since his brother happens to be a member of Gourmet Corp., I can give him some pressure whenever I have the opportunity,” Starjun said, shaking his head.
Saku Hayashi looked at Starjun strangely and silently mourned for Toriko.
When the brothers met in the future, Starjun might not intend to kill Toriko, but he certainly wouldn’t allow him to have an easy time.
“Who are our parents?” Starjun asked after another brief silence.
He wanted to know who had given birth to him and Toriko, as well as how the brothers had become separated.
“You want to know that already?” Saku Hayashi asked meaningfully.
Considering their parentage, the brothers could practically be called the sons of gods.
Acacia was the Gourmet God, while Froese was the God Chef.
“Forget it.
Tell me next time.
Learning that Toriko is my brother is already enough for me to process for a while,” Starjun replied.
He didn’t need to know everything immediately.
“Thank you for telling me.
Here is my contact information.
If you ever need my assistance, don’t hesitate to call.” After leaving his phone number, Starjun departed from the Ice Forest Restaurant.
His mood had clearly improved.
Even his footsteps seemed much lighter than before.
“Saku, if you had told him who his parents were, Gourmet Corp.’s Sous Chef probably would have shown an even more surprised expression,” Tsurara said with a smile.
“Perhaps.” “Toriko will certainly receive plenty of ‘care’ from Starjun the next time they meet.” Saku Hayashi could hardly wait to watch Starjun beat Toriko senseless.
“You really do enjoy watching trouble unfold,” Tsurara said helplessly.
“Tsurara, just tell me whether you want to watch it too.” Saku Hayashi wrapped his arm around Tsurara’s slender, soft waist.
Holding her felt like embracing a beautiful serpent, and the warm, jade-like softness beneath his fingers was difficult to let go of.
As people with awakened Gourmet Cells continued absorbing Appetite Energy, their physiques steadily improved.
Aside from a few unusual exceptions, their appearances and figures were rarely unattractive.
Even through her clothes, the softness of her body was unmistakable.
“Of course I want to watch.
There aren’t many interesting things to do, after all.” Tsurara smiled faintly, a captivating charm appearing in her usually cool and beautiful eyes.
[Daigo]: “Guys, I crashed.” [Elysia]: “?” [Natsuki Minamiya]: “?” … After Daigo announced that he had crashed, everyone in the group responded with question marks.
[Gojo Satoru]: “Daigo, did you really crash, or are you joking?” [Saku Hayashi (Group Leader)]: “There’s no need to worry.
If Daigo didn’t crash, how could he be boiled into soup—no, I mean, turn into light?” Saku Hayashi immediately realized what point in the story Daigo had reached.
Daigo’s aircraft had been struck, and at the moment of crisis, he had transformed into light and entered the stone statue left behind by Old Man Tiga.
His childhood hero was finally about to transform into Ultraman Tiga.
It was truly nostalgic.
Still, when was Daigo planning to return the light he had borrowed?
[Natsuki Minamiya]: “Turning into light and being boiled into soup… I think I finally understand the meaning behind Daigo’s nickname.” Natsuki Minamiya didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
She had never expected him to become an Ultraman in such a manner.
His nickname really hadn’t been wrong.
[Daigo]: “Mr.
Hayashi, I really transformed into an Ultraman.” Daigo, who had just transformed into Tiga, was still completely confused.
He wasn’t accustomed to seeing the world from an Ultraman’s perspective.
It seemed that the instincts remaining within Tiga’s body were currently controlling him as he fought the two monsters.
[Alice Nakiri]: “Mr.
Daigo transformed into an Ultraman!
Congratulations!” [Kevin]: “Daigo, aren’t you fighting right now?
Won’t dividing your attention affect the battle?” If his aircraft had crashed, then he had clearly encountered monsters.
Allowing himself to become distracted at a time like this would undoubtedly put him at a disadvantage.
[Daigo]: “Huh?
Ah…” The instant Kevin finished speaking, Ultraman Tiga was struck by Golza’s tail.
Sparks and lightning erupted from his body as his form, dozens of meters tall, crashed heavily to the ground.
After climbing back to his feet, Daigo no longer dared to divide his attention by chatting in the group.
The pain from the attack had been extremely vivid.
He should deal with these two monsters first.
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