The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem. - Chapter 48: A Kansai Man—Grilling, Grilling, And Grilling Without End.
A Kansai Man—Grilling, Grilling, And Grilling Without End.
At last, the day of the cultural festival arrived. I went to bed at 11 p.m. and woke up at 7. My condition was perfect. Today… is war!
My battle begins!
***
“Good morning, Daiki-kun. Today… don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”
“Morning, Mio-san. You’re pushing yourself pretty hard too, so take care of yourself.”
“Daicchi, wassup! I’m gonna reel in sooo many customers today! You better give it your best!”
“Morning, Shina-chan. Don’t overdo it, okay?”
“Tennouji-kun. I can only cheer you on today, but…”
“With your support, Rinko-san, I’ll be a hundred times stronger!”
“…Honestly… idiot…”
***
Thanks to my three heroines, I felt like I had every buff imaginable. Alright, today’s goal: sell out! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!
“Well then, let’s get a rousing shout of spirit from our two basketball captains!”
…Wait, shouldn’t that be the class rep saying that?
No—Tenma and the others probably handle crowds better anyway.
“Alright, let’s go! Family restaurant meal vouchers!”
“We’re gonna eat steak!”
“““…Huh???”””
Hold up, hold up.
The entire class froze on the spot.
Guys, we get you want to win, but is food really your motivation?
Your raw desire is showing way too blatantly. Well… the tension shattered and everyone burst out laughing, so I guess that’s fine.
“Oh? I didn’t hear anything! Let’s try again! Family restaurant meal vouchers!”
“We’re gonna eat steak!”
“““Ooooooh!!!”””
What a ridiculously deflating rally… Well, whatever. Let’s eat steak after this.
***
…Fabric, check. Hands steady, check. Griddle, check.
Good. We’re fully prepared on this side.
“Mio-san, you done chopping the ginger and green onions?”
“Yes! Finished!”
“Great. Let’s start grilling.”
I poured the batter onto the hot iron plate.
The first batch of “Takoyaki-a Ten-chan” had finally begun. Just do it like always. Just like in the home-ec room.
Still… I was nervous.
How much would we sell?
What if we didn’t sell at all?
Only anxiety ran through my mind.
No. Not now.
I can’t get weak.
We’ll make everything. We will sell out. Sensei himself guaranteed it.
***
“Dai-chan! Guys! The gate is insane! Seriously insane! There’s sooo many people! I’m soooo fired up to pull them in!”
“Tennouji-kun, leave it to us! We’ll help call people over!”
“Alright, I’m counting on you! Let’s go, everyone!”
The stall and signboard—finished only after Tsuruhashi and those idiots were finally caught—were ready.
Shina-chan would hold the sign and promote us.
We could do it.
If it was us, we could do it.
『We now declare the 51st Sumizome Academy Cultural Festival open!』
Let the battle begin!
***
“Takoyaki, get your takoyaki here!! Authentic Osaka takoyaki grilled by a real Osakan! It’s delicious! Our entire class says it’s amazing takoyaki!”
Shina-chan shining like that on the sales floor was honestly unfair.
A super-cute girl holding a placard, yelling her heart out—of course boys from other schools would swarm instantly.
“Welcome! Eight takoyaki for 500 yen! H-huh? Sixteen? R-right away! Sixteen takoyaki!”
Our strongest formation:
Shina-chan calling customers, Rinko-san selling, and Mio-san helping behind them in an apron and bandana.
We weren’t planning to weaponize a squad of unbelievably pretty girls to fry boys’ brains and force them to buy takoyaki…
but that strategy was working brilliantly.
A line formed instantly.
Even girls from other schools showed up—apparently hooked by Shina-chan’s gyaru look (not that revealing).
“Next, eight takoyaki! And eight after that!”
“Maido ookini—”
“—Hii!!”
Why were they afraid?
I wasn’t scary at all.
But every time I said ookini, customers shrank back, so Rinko-san told me to just grill quietly.
Rude.
Everyone, boys and girls alike, got scared.
I was crushed.
***
Two hours later, the line still didn’t die down. But thanks to Rinko-san, Mio-san, and occasionally the class rep, we were able to manage it.
Better sales than expected.
We might run out sooner than planned…
It was hot though.
Well, we were dealing with fire—can’t be helped.
“Tennouji-kun, I bought Ramune. Hydrate yourself.”
Rinko-san fed me Ramune while I flipped and plated takoyaki.
“Daiki-kun! I bought yakisoba! Make sure you eat properly! Open up!”
Mio-san fed me yakisoba.
Wow… truly pampered.
“Aah! I wanna feed Dai-chan too!”
Shina-chan suddenly burned with competition, then snapped back to reality and resumed promoting—only to be handed Ramune by Rinko-san.
Well played, Rinko-san.
***
“Excuse me, takoyaki please~ eight pieces~”
“Mom!?”
“Oh my, hello Rinko-chaaan! Mommy came to see you~”
“I—I thought you couldn’t make it today!?”
Around noon, this leisurely-speaking, gorgeous older-sister-type woman appeared—turns out she was Rinko-san’s mother.
Was she really her mother!?
She looked like an older sister at worst.
And—uh—her figure was… very distracting.
I didn’t know where to look.
“Oh my~ you must be Tennouji-kun? My daughter is in your care~”
“N-nice to meet you, I’m Tennouji Daiki. Thank you for always looking after Rinko-san…”
“…Ufufu. What a lovely boy. Rinko-chaan, Mommy is so glad~”
“What is that supposed to mean!? Just buy the takoyaki and go already!”
Rinko-san was flustered beyond belief.
Her mother’s gaze—sweet tone aside—felt like a predator sizing up prey.
So this was the infamous “Ara-ara Mama”… The contrast with Rinko-san was overwhelming.
“That’ll be 500 yen~. Tennouji-kun, please come visit our home next time? Rinko-chan and I will entertain you~”
“Mom!”
“Oh dear, Rinko-chan is mad. I’ll be off, theeen~♪”
“…Honestly…”
She looked like she had it rough.
***
“Sorry folks! This is the last batch!”
Just after 3 p.m., we ran out of batter and toppings.
Which meant: sold out.
Much earlier than expected.
The very last plate of eight went out, and it was over.
“Takoyaki—sold out!!”
When Shina-chan shouted it, other stalls gasped.
They all still had loads left.
We were the first to finish.
Just as planned.
My arms hurt like hell, but the sense of accomplishment was unreal—greater than surviving a two-week death march.
***
The after-festival.
A massive campfire on the school grounds. Who knew a school could even do something like this?
A fulfilling day.
We sold out.
I spoke with Rinko-san’s mother.
Mio-san was exhausted but smiling at the end.
And above all, Shina-chan’s effort was incredible—her voice was completely shot by the end.
“Dai-chan.”
While I gazed into the fire, reminiscing about the festival, Shina-chan sat beside me.
“Shina-chan, good work today.”
“No no, good work to you! You were sooo amazing today!”
As she spoke, she reached out and gently patted my head.
That was… embarrassingly nice.
“Hehe♪ Think our class got first place?”
“No doubt. Thanks to you and Rinko-san.”
“Really? Hey, Dai-chan.”
“Yeah?”
“Next time… will you go on a date with me?”
“…A d-date, huh…”
“Y-yeah! A date! I want you to help me pick clothes that suit me at the mall!”
A sudden invite, but… there was never any other answer.
“Of course. Let’s go on a date.”
“Really!? Yay!!”
Saying that, Shina-chan threw her arms around me.
With something like that… Yeah. I’ve gotta make her happy.
As we talked about our upcoming date, the class rep informed us we’d won first place by a landslide—making us even more ecstatic.
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Yeah Shina has always been straight forward about her affection.
Geez! This is a powerhouse if there ever was one. They should just set up a restaurant at this point. 😂