"Training Camp from Hell," Megumi whispered, her voice barely audible. "Soma-kun, did you see the statistics? Over half of the first-year students are expelled every year."
Their conversation was interrupted by Satoshi Isshiki, who entered the room wearing nothing but his usual fundoshi and an apron. His expression was uncharacteristically grave. "This isn't just a trip, Soma. The Totsuki Friendship and Rapport Training Camp is where the academy begins to prune the weak. It’s the first real step toward the Fall Selections. If you can't survive the next few days, you aren't worthy of the Tōtsuki name." Shokugeki no Souma Episode 8
The room erupted into a frenzy. Students scrambled toward the exits, desperate to scavenge for herbs, wild game, or river fish. Megumi stood frozen for a moment before Soma tapped her on the shoulder. "Training Camp from Hell," Megumi whispered, her voice
Soma shrugged, his signature grin remaining unshaken. "Just means we’ve gotta be in the half that stays, right? Besides, a change of scenery might be fun. I wonder what kind of kitchens they have in the mountains." His expression was uncharacteristically grave
Should they encounter a (like Takumi Aldini) while foraging? What dish do you want Soma to present to the judge?
Soma stood in a massive industrial kitchen, his station already prepped. Standing before him was a tall, imposing man with piercing eyes that seemed to dissect everything they touched. He didn't offer a greeting. Instead, he slammed a heavy cleaver into a wooden block at the front of the room.
"Your task is simple," the chef barked. "Create a dish using only the ingredients found within a five-mile radius of this resort. You have two hours. If your dish does not make me lose my composure, you are expelled immediately."