Hyouka:Volume 3 Chapter 3-2 - Revision history

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	I once again exchanged glances with Fukube-san.		I once again exchanged glances with Fukube-san.

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	Just what on earth are they doing anyway...		Just what on earth are they doing anyway...

	From the Geology Room on the fourth floor of the Special Block, I could see what was going on on the ground. Or rather, I could hear what was going on in the Wild Fire tournament. While I have no idea how a three-person team could manage to use up all their ingredients after the second member's turn, I did know that Team Classic Club's second member was a certain Chitanda Eru, ~~soI~~ was hardly surprised.		From the Geology Room on the fourth floor of the Special Block, I could see what was going on on the ground. Or rather, I could hear what was going on in the Wild Fire tournament. While I have no idea how a three-person team could manage to use up all their ingredients after the second member's turn, I did know that Team Classic Club's second member was a certain Chitanda Eru, so I was hardly surprised.

	I muttered softly, "What're you gonna do?"		I muttered softly, "What're you gonna do?"

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Kinny Riddle at 15:48, 1 March 2013

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-(Team Classics Club's dishes are as follows.
+(Team Classics Club's dishes are as follows.<br />
-st member - Fukube Satoshi: Pork miso soup.
+st member - Fukube Satoshi: Pork miso soup.<br />
-nd member - Chitanda Eru: Vinegar ginger radish roll, giseyaki, sweet prawn sashimi, imo-mochi.
+nd member - Chitanda Eru: Vinegar ginger radish roll, giseyaki, sweet prawn sashimi, imo-mochi.<br />
 rd member - Ibara Mayaka: Kakiage bowl rice. )

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 After cutting up all the pieces, he finally seems to have noticed and took out a peeler. Oh dear! He's peeling off the skin off the small pieces he just cut one by one! But if you do that, they'll become too dry by the time you put it into the hot water!
-After peeling off the radish skin, he placed the dried sardines aside...... Though as he's taken care of its innards, it shouldn't smell anymore. Fukube-san next turned his attention to the sliced pork. He walked to the centre to obtain some miso paste. Of the three types of miso: red, white and koji, he had chosen white. By now, even I knew what he was planning to make, and it was not plain miso soup. He now held a miso soup ladle on his left hand and a spoon on his right.
+After peeling off the radish skin, he placed the dried sardines aside...... Though as he's taken care of its innards, it shouldn't smell anymore. Fukube-san next turned his attention to the sliced pork. He walked to the centre to obtain some miso paste. Of the three types of miso: red, white and koji, he had chosen white. By now, even I knew what he was planning to make, and it was not plain miso soup. He now held a miso soup spoon on his left hand and a regular spoon on his right.
 Twenty minutes has passed and on the stove of our kitchen counter was a pot of pork miso soup.
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 Meanwhile, she briefly cleaned the bowl that held the tofu a while ago and placed the starch in. Wonder what she's up to now? Feeling curious, I decided to look on.
-Though the potatoes were now boiled, she didn't discard the soup right away. Using a pair of chopsticks and miso ladle, she skillfully scooped the contents out. After draining them of moisture, she placed them into the bowl holding the starch and began grinding them with a mortar. Was she good at making food that involves grinding stuff? Starch and boiled potatoes, just what was she making? Cooking sure is complicated. People who possess the most surprises are the most interesting after all. I'm very looking forward to this. Taking the white stuff that emerged from the bowl, she wrapped them with a cloth and began squeezing them into lumps. She then dumped the lumps back into the soup.
+Though the potatoes were now boiled, she didn't discard the soup right away. Using a pair of chopsticks and miso spoon, she skillfully scooped the contents out. After draining them of moisture, she placed them into the bowl holding the starch and began grinding them with a mortar. Was she good at making food that involves grinding stuff? Starch and boiled potatoes, just what was she making? Cooking sure is complicated. People who possess the most surprises are the most interesting after all. I'm very looking forward to this. Taking the white stuff that emerged from the bowl, she wrapped them with a cloth and began squeezing them into lumps. She then dumped the lumps back into the soup.
 "It seems Team Astronomy Club is continuing with their Avant-Garde cooking, I pray for the health of our judges...... Whoa, Team Classics Club has just made imo-mochi! This Chitanda is extremely skillful! But, are they going to be okay?"
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 Let's do this.

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	Within my arms was something unbelievable. How on earth did Houtarou get his hands on this?		Within my arms was something unbelievable. How on earth did Houtarou get his hands on this?





			034 - ♦07





			Fuku-chan came running back with a yellowish bag in his arms. And without saying anything, he tossed the bag over, which I instinctively caught. Is this what Oreki threw at him?

			Where did Oreki get this? On the bag was written "weak flour".

			Looking flustered after running all the way back, Fuku-chan gave me a thumbs-up gesture. The guy commentating on the podium shouted,

			"A, an incredible development has occurred with Team Classics Club! It's true that you're allowed to procure ingredients within the school grounds, but for them to acquire wheat flour!"

			The worrying can come later. Wheat flour, with spring onions, radish and onion, and then...

			A completed picture flashed within my head, as well as the steps to get there.

			Let's do this.

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	'''[150 COPIES REMAINING]'''		'''[150 COPIES REMAINING]'''





			033 - ♣11





			Chitanda-san had undone her hair knot and reverted to her usual long flowing hairdo, and was now constantly whispering while looking at Mayaka,

			"What is Mayaka-san going to do with this little ingredients? ...... I'm ''really'' curious about it."

			And just whose fault was it anyway?

			But as this is Chitanda-san, I was unable to give her a proper retort.

			Mayaka remained frozen on the spot. If it were me, I would have just taken the spring onion, radish and onion and fry them all together without giving it a second thought, but Mayaka would probably have none of that. She'd probably be thinking such a strange dish would merely be an eyesore in contrast to Chitanda-san's dishes.

			While I wasn't particularly concerned with how the other teams were doing, I did take a glance at Team Fata Morgana, considering how Tani-kun seems to want to treat the Classics Club as his opponents. Taking the baton from the chef's son, it was now Tani-kun's turn to cook...... Omelette rice? That's a pretty hard dish you've chosen, good luck there.

			Mayaka simply stood before the makeshift kitchen with her arms crossed. If it were me I would have just raised my hand and surrendered, but Mayaka wasn't the sort to give up though. And she's probably exhausted from the work with the Manga Club as well. The commentary boomed,

			"It looks like Team Classics Club is out of their (''...TOSHI!'') wits. Only ten minutes now remain, is counting down the time all they could do now?"

			Hmm? I thought I heard something from within the commentary. Was it calling for me?

			Just when I thought I was imagining things, Chitanda-san, whose hearing was far superior to mine, began looking around her,

			"I think I heard someone call out your name, Fukube-san."

			"Huh? You think so too?"

			"Team Astronomy Club's dish can no longer be called a dish from this world! As befitting of their name, even their dish seems to come from outer space! By cooking banana within a stew, an indescribable scent is emitting from their pot!"

			Banana stew, sounds interesting, but,

			"Excuse me, could you be quiet for a moment?"

			I requested. The Cooking Club president frowned for a bit, but put down his mic and asked what the problem was. It was at this moment I could hear clearly,

			"SATOSHI!"

			It was Houtarou's voice, and it came from afar. But where?

			"There! The club room!"

			I turned my head around.

			Following the direction Chitanda-san pointed, I saw the Geology Room on the fourth floor of the Special Block. And unbelievably, there was Houtarou waving his arms!

			Houtarou to actually bother to shout from out of the window to support us, that's unthinkable, as he would be the last person to do such a thing. Besides, Houtarou wasn't one to slowly attract the attention of more and more people.

			"...... What the? ......"

			"...... Who's that? ......"

			The crowd began to mutter.

			"He seems to be beckoning you to come over, Fukube-san."

			Chitanda-san whispered. Really? Hmm, from the look of it, it does seem like Houtarou was beckoning for me to come over rather than waving at me. He continued to shout,

			"Satoshi! Come here! Right below!"

			What would prompt the energy-saving Houtarou to go through so much trouble to do this?

			Mayaka stared at the fourth floor with her mouth wide-open. For that Houtarou to call out to me, it must be something urgent. It's a rare sight, but something must be up, so I said to Chitanda-san,

			"Well, since he called me over, guess I'll go have a look."

			A hundred metres separate the makeshift kitchens in the ground and the Special Block. Dashing towards there, I looked up and cupped my hands over my mouth,

			"What's up?"

			"Here, catch!"

			Houtarou seems to have something in his hand. Catch? Catch what? Without even time to thing, Houtarou tossed something out of the window. Whoa! At least let me prepare......

			I managed to catch a glimpse of something falling.

			That said, it was difficult to judge the distance of something falling from right above you. As it fell from the fourth floor, it fell right into my arms in quite a considerable speed.

			It was pretty heavy, but it was a nice catch, if I do say so myself. But what's this?

			"...... T, this is!"

			Within my arms was something unbelievable. How on earth did Houtarou get his hands on this?