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R.B. Chef de Cuisine
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
Oh, you’re up.
The child speaks plainly.
If it weren’t for the visceral scenery, it could easily be mistaken for a cordial greeting to someone who just woke up from sweet slumber.
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
Good thing you got up in time. If the work’s done while the heartbeat’s too slow, it impacts the taste.
The child watches someone laid on the floor with a light cackle.
The pitiful fellow writhes and struggles on the floor, unable to accept the situation.
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
Hey, don’t move too much. Tsk, I told that sous-chef to sap enough wind out of the meat.
Slap.
The child slapped the poor fellow’s cheek, her words heartless.
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
Can’t stand when the subject material tries to take the center of the art on its own. Keep still if you don’t want your L.B.
Even though there was no way for the victim to know that it stood for “limbs broken”…
They noticed quickly enough that remaining still was the only way to prolong their life.
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
Here’s your reward for being such an O.P.
Jab.
The child inserted a syringe she’d been fiddling with into the victim.
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
It’s an injection of anesthetics mixed with a variety of flavoring agents. A pricey concoction that will make you the greatest work in the Backstreets, a delicacy… and art.
The child’s constant rambling about art and such can be a bit confusing…
One thing to note is that the Backstreets of District 23 are known as the streets of flavor.
That’s right, the Backstreets located around the Nest where W Corp. is.
Its culture revolves around gastronomy; the people seek good eating and derive beauty from it.
Those closely related to culinary art—such as the Eight Chefs and the Dochelin Guides—also originate from this place.
This child wants to join the ranks of the prestigious Eight. She uses humans, often called one of the flowering pinnacles of artistic cuisine, as her main ingredient.
To that end, the child set up an establishment here and named it R.B. …Such acronyms must be the child’s adamant preference.
As one could guess, the child makes meat pies. They have been earning a certain kind of reputation among gourmets.
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
Now… You can feel your senses numbing, yes?
The child delightfully watched her victim as she examined her blade.
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
You’d better be good material. I’m starting to run out of patience with that dull, bungling, inexperienced assistant Gregor.
Clicking her tongue, the child began to grumble.
Going on about how she dislikes her assistant’s sluggish pace, his tendency to bring her bad ingredients, his dull cleaver damaging the goods, and so on…
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
Well, whatever. I’ll fire him the moment I rise as one of the Eight Chefs.
While the child complains, the victim’s eyelids begin to drift shut.
Why is she so annoyed, what will become of them… Their thoughts blur away, and their consciousness dims.
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
Hmph, back to work for now.
Ryōshū
(District 23 Backstreets)
Now… Smile. You’re about to be at the center of an art piece.
Looking into the victim, the child raises her knife.
Was it a coincidence that the stains of blood on her knife resembled a grin?
…Seeing her face, it looks like there is no need to wonder after all.