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To say that he was worried once the lines between reality and game became nonexistent would be an understatement as young Takeshi found himself in an utter panic at the feeling of being completely isolated in a virtual world away from...well, anybody he knew. His brothers, his mom, and his father...within MINUTES he was wishing to go home and never play a game again if that was what it took. But, such a wish wouldn't come true, at least not now. And so, the elven druid found himself once more with familiar faces at Silver Spoon, doing his best to make his life in this new world as livable as possible. 

Very quickly him and the guild members found out that food...tasted like mush to anybody but Food Fighters like Matsuko. Further experimenting determined that, making the food bad, would also make it taste bad to a food fighter. It would be roughly six days after the apocalypse that Tafui, entirely by accident in his drudging tiredness of cooking all day and all night awoke and made an omelette without using his Crafting Menu whatsoever. When they expected mush, the chefs and foodfighters instead got...an omelette that tasted as it should.

With their knowledge in hand of cooking and their dedication to ensuring that people were able to eat without wanting to die of boredom, Tafui rolled out in his Cu Culinary to open up a small soup kitchen to the players in Sapporo.

About a week later, Tafui would find himself in near poverty, having spent quite a bit of his gold on ingredients and now having little to serve but soup and bread.

Matsuko leaning on his shoulder had the shorter elf leaning away a bit from her weight, as he sighed: [color=FF6347][b]"At this rate, lunch, dinner, and breakfast are going to be soup with bread crumbs...We need to stock up on inventory."[/b][/color] Going through his nearby pack and bringing out Mountain Swallow, clenching his opposite fist as he steeled his confidence to go out and fight for real. [color=FF6347][b]"Matsuko...mind tagging along? If you do, we can get a lot more meat and um...maybe even find some spices. I don't know, but I don't want to let people go on just...this."[/b][/color] he said, at the end pointing at his incredibly nothing-filled soup that seemed to be mostly chicken broth and some peas. Even 10% more taste wasn't enough to make that soup much better than mush.