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As the cooking club deliberates on how best to deal with the situation, Lanza stands by waiting with an all too calm demeanor. Either he's just extremely confident in his abilities or he's somehow assured that he will win. Although, his hulking companion doesn't seem to share the same level of enthusiasm as evident by a quick glance from the Fifth Seat to his underclassman; one that Lanza—somehow behind the featureless iron mask—reads to be an expression of doubt. [color=#4D4DFF]"Relax, Sir. I've got this in the bag."[/color] He assures his superior. The private meeting between the cooking club's members finally ends when Ty shouts something about 'bullshit tricks' before making his way back to the stall to confront Lanza. There, he counters with a new challenge, one that involves both parties competing. At the utterance of the phrase 'first person to', Lanza's cocky smirk only grows that much larger. Only a right fool would challenge [i]the[/i] Lanza of the Lightning to a game of speed.

As a final condition, Ty suggests that if he beats Lanza in a fight during his time as part of Lanza's personal culinary team, his services would terminate. [color=#4D4DFF]"Oh? So your goal is to stay in my employ forever then."[/color] Bemused, Lanza shakes his head. [color=#4D4DFF]"Very well. I accept those terms."[/color] But mere words aren't how men agree to a deal. Ty extends his hand forward, awaiting a shake. Fancying himself an honorable gentleman, Lanza removes one of his pristine gloves and takes hold of Ty's hand in firm affirmation. The stations are quickly prepped, and both parties take their places behind a cutting board. Twelve potatoes, one knife, and two determined competitors. Lanza ties his blindfold, places one hand behind his back, and slams the other onto the board. His knife flies into the air and he catches it with his free hand.

Suddenly, the air begins to ripple and crack with static pressure. Any uncovered hair starts to stand on end. Objects made of metal are trembling energetically. This causes the students in the vicinity to panic. [color=#4D4DFF]"My apologies. This is just what happens when I'm feeling eager."[/color] Lanza states with his signature cocky grin. Shockingly, Lanza isn't even exuding any mana, or, if he is, the amount is so minuscule that it's undetectable. Such is the power of the Miracle Seven. Holding his knife to the sky, the blade is then enveloped by lightning. Lanza is definitely not one for subtlety. [b]"O-Okay then, both competitors at the ready... And start!"[/b]

Lanza immediately goes to work peeling, slicing, dicing—all with a single hand as per the stipulations. It's inhuman how fast he's going. At some point, his hand and knife blends into some incomprehensible blur, making the action impossible to watch. [b][i]"This can't be possible. How can a human hand move with such speed...?!"[/i][/b] In a flash, it was over, signaled by an audible gasp from the audience. Some time after, Ty finally finishes. The crowd is silent. [b]"Lanza... finished first,"[/b] is the first thing both competitors hear. [b]"I think it's best if you see the results for yourselves. Gentleman, remove your blindfolds."[/b] Lanza confidently does so. [color=#4D4DFF][i]"Game, set, match."[/i][/color]

As the blindfold comes off, Lanza looks down to see his glorious work. His eyes widens. But, not with joy. [color=#4D4DFF]"N-No..."[/color] He utters in shock. In his manic lust for speed, Lanza has inadvertently pulverized his twelve potatoes into an unrecognizable mash. No cubes can be found on this cutting board. The president's fists trembles with untamed excitement. [b]"TY IS THE WINNER!"[/b]

[color=#4D4DFF]"Noooooo!"[/color] Lanza falls to his knees, defeated by, not just Ty, but his own hubris. The Fifth Seat looks on silently. Though you can never tell from his face—because he lacks one—it's almost as if he knew all along that his underclassman would lose. It seems the old saying rings true in this very moment: pride goes before the fall.

Despite the traces of doubt that Caelum has about his own strength, deep within he knows he desires to face Inès in battle as well. At the very least, to understand how his power stacks up to stronger opponents. Understanding that very same desire as she has felt it many times before, Inès nods with a slight smile at Caelum. All of a sudden, yelling can be heard in the direction of the food stalls; a familiar voice at that. [color=#FDDDE6]"Well that sounds like Lanza making a fool out of himself."[/color] Weyrose sighs as he starts to make his way over to the source of the commotion. [color=#000000]"Oh dear... Time for a daring rescue. Inès, you coming?"[/color] Hearing that, Inès nods in acknowledgment. [color=#4D5D53]"Shame."[/color] She says in regards to having to end her pleasant conversation with Caelum. She makes her way over as well, trailing behind her other two classmates. While the members of the cooking club celebrate, Lanza seems to be having a difficult time dealing with his bitter defeat. [color=#4D4DFF]"Ty, was it...?"[/color] Seething with rage, he quietly asks. Then, still on his knees, he points at Ty in a dramatic fashion.

[color=#4D4DFF]"I'm going to have my revenge! I will beat you in the next culinary competition, mark my words! First you, then my Captain! I'll beat him too and take the First Seat for myself!"[/color] Lanza passionately vows. Nyx, having followed along to see the theatrics, stares blankly at the Seventh Seat. Uhh, is this not reminding him of anything personal? [color=#FDDDE6]"That's enough excitement for one morning."[/color] Weyrose nods at Inès. Nodding back, the Third Seat grabs hold of Lanza by the neck of his cape and casually drags him away. [color=#4D4DFF]"This isn't over! I'll see you during club hours, you bastard!"[/color] Those are the last words from Lanza before him and the other Miracle Seven disappear from view.

[color=#86608E]"I'd say 'good work' but I don't actually know what happened here."[/color] Nyx tells Ty plainly. Just then, the chime of the school bell echoes throughout the plaza, indicating that noon has arrived. Closing his eyes, Nyx locks onto the individual mana signature of every one of his students, including one that never showed up to morning class and thought he was sly enough to shuffle into the group during the welcoming ceremony. Following that, he uses a telepathy spell to broadcast a message. [color=#86608E][i]"This is your professor speaking. The afternoon class session starts in fifteen minutes. So get your asses back to the lecture hall, now."[/i][/color] Nyx orders. He then looks over to Ty and Caelum. [color=#86608E]"Well? You heard what I said."[/color] He tells them before literally sinking into his own shadow as if it were a puddle and disappearing from the area completely.

[hr]OOC: Posting early in light of the outages.