6 Formidable assistant

When Kioh left the capsule he could not help but feel exhausted, his body was fully recovered, but his mind was tired. The immersion technology had the advantage that you could spend long times in the capsule, but after 3 days there was a risk of coma since your mind could even fail. Many people who had little time, spent half of the night, and the other half sleeping, thus they were able to be in optimal conditions.

As he left the capsule, the light of dawn hit him squarely, he could not help but squint. He went to take a shower because, after two days in a row without showering, he did not smell very well. The shower was easy to operate, but it was not the same with his mortal body, his needs were obligatory, when he returned to synchronize with the rhythm of life, he could not avoid going to eat in the fridge, this time Evan had given him indications that eat and what not. He drank a liter of full milk and still was hungry. The capsule could put the bodily functions to the minimum so that it rested, avoiding thus to go hungry or having to make the necessities, still when it left, all this was accumulated.

After putting on his clothes, and putting his mortal body in the optimum state, he looked at the time. "I still have one hour to go, I think I should take a look at the skills, I can see how my progress is going". After the loss of his immortal soul, he was really lost, just by thinking about his abilities a transparent panel appeared in his vision.

[Abilities]

Gale Sword: Lv1, Beginner Swordplay: Lv6.

[Innate talent]

Management of ki: D +

Body strength: F-

[The skills are classified as updatable and dominable. The talents can be updated, but they require appropriate treasures, in addition to an adequate application. Still, improving a talent is incredibly difficult.]

[Upgradeable skills are the skills that occupy a Great Dao, for example, the Sword. When they reach level 10, they move on to the next stage. The different stages, up to the standards of the previous life of the host are Basic, Beginner, Advanced, Expert, Mortal Apex, Immortal Apex. The skills that can be mastered are different, they can reach different levels depending on their depth, it depends on how deep the skill is, the more levels you have, the better the skill is usually although it is not always correct, for example, a normal technique , you will need to go up to level 10, and make an advance to get to Master. Master means that this ability cannot be improved any more, it is perfect, and only through the fusion of skills can greater progress be achieved.]

[The innate talents, classified in F-E-D-C-B-A-S having subgrades among them, can not be changed in a natural way, that is, it depends on fortuitous encounters or treasures. Some missions may provide improvements in talent, but they have an extended difficulty.]

"..." Kioh was perplexed, he had been boasting about millennia that he was a talented immortal, and his talent in ki was one of the 10 lowest and because the system improved his attitude. In the eyes of the clock, it was cannon fodder, could not stay looking at the horizon with lost sight. "I was insignificant, I was never relevant, it was an ant more ..." Kioh could not help but be discouraged, the higher you fly, the harder the fall is, and his presumed attitude had already reached the top of the sky.

"Revenge does not matter anymore, is it secondary, which is revenge compared to reaching new heights? ..." Kioh sighed, revenge had always caused a void in his chest, but the rest was full of his life as immortal, as a figure on the highest mountain, and never was. But this face slap was different, he did not feel humiliated, a new fire was burning inside him, "Damn, until I have a" Z + "as an innate talent I promise not to rest in my grave" Kioh cursed, he was eager to continue improving, and re-filling your heart with pride.

Just at this moment of self-motivation, he looked at the clock. Yes, he was arriving late for work, to be exact, half an hour, maybe it was not the best way to release his new motivation ...

Kioh ran all the way, when he arrived at the restaurant he was drenched in sweat, he quickly went in and changed to the right clothes for the kitchen, he could not afford to waste his time. When he entered the kitchen, the 8 chefs gave him a sharp look like daggers, this rookie, who would probably slow down the work in the kitchen, arrived late on his first day, besides not even having a good presence, he was already sweating even in the morning...

"Sorry, I've been late, I promise I'll work harder, I'll wait for orders," Kioh said respectfully, his new motivation had flooded him with the spirit of battle.

The chefs, they changed their looks of hostility, they could not be too hard on the rookie, a warning was good, they also seemed quite satisfied by the words of Kioh. One of them said to him "Quickly, you see those two bags of 20 kilos of potatoes, I need them cut into cubes of 2 centimeters on each side, that is your task, I hope you will fulfill it if you do not prepare yourself for a punishment." When you have 4 kilos of potatoes approximately, chopped give them to me. "

Kioh went to work, was not aware that the chef had given him an almost impossible task, make perfect cubes, with 40 kilos of potatoes, it would take him forever. But sometimes ignorance is a blessing, he moved the sacks to his workplace, it was a small table of 1 square meter, next to it were the tables of the only two cook assistants.

Evan's restaurant was quite large, but still he did not need 8 chefs, but still they never had time to relax, because the biggest volume of customers, was take-out, it was a takeaway business made for the middle class, even some simpler dishes could be bought by the lower class, so the restaurant was very famous and its sales volume was huge, every day the 8 chefs faced an infernal workday.

Kioh grabbed the biggest knife he had at his disposal, with a 30-centimeter blade. he had never cooked, but he trusted his sword techniques, if he could apply them to the knife it would be interesting, but he hoped it would not be too difficult. The assistants who were working at the sides had mocking smiles, this rookie wanted to peel potatoes and chop them with the knife made for the sashimi, this knife was only used to obtain clean pieces of fish, in a single movement, so it is somewhat flexible, very sharp and only one face is sharp. The assistants did not say anything to him, they had a bad impression of him because he had entered without making proof, they had sweated blood to be able to be simple assistants, it would be better that the rookie would end up resigning by shame.

Kioh could not help but smile, when he looked at the knife, it was flexible, and that allowed him to test his control of the sword, slowly picked up a potato, and began to test the knife on it, making it into pieces in different dimensions, thus proving the different characteristics of the knife, and so a potato ended up in the garbage, the assistants could not stand the laughter, this newbie, did not know how to peel a potato, how was he going to survive in this kitchen? He was definitely condemned. At the same time, the chef was frowning, could not this rookie be so useless as to not know how to peel a potato?

Kioh picked another potato this time in his hand, rotated it a little to find out the shape, and he stuck the flexible blade of the knife into the skin of the potato. Then, there was a phenomenon that would scare the whole kitchen. The normal thing would be to move the potato smoothly, or the knife gently, but instead he cut in all directions at full speed with the knife. The chef ran straight with his face darkened, in his mind, he thought that this young man wanted to commit suicide, with those cuts without control his hand would be made minced meat. The assistants on the sides closed their eyes, they were afraid to look at the bloody scene, they regretted with all their heart that they had not given the poor young man any advice, they even felt that they were guilty ...

But the view they expected, never happened, just as the chef arrived at Kioh's table, the skin of the potato began to fall like a shower of petals in the middle of spring, like a beautiful woman undressing her clothes, she was slowly exposed, a bright potato without a single trace of skin, the skin that was so thin that it was almost translucent fell gently on the table. When the chef was going to put his hand on the potato, it crumbled like a Rubik's cube, in perfect cubes, which fell halfway to the ground because of the height, a bowl underneath would have solved this problem.

Kioh apologized, had thrown two potatoes in the trash, and was right in front of the chef, while everyone was watching. "I'm sorry chef, it was not my intention to cause this incident, I did not expect it to be cut so easily, I'll fix it in the next potato." His eyes showed the seriousness of someone who was not lying.

Seeing this situation the chef reddened with shame, he thought that this young man was going to commit suicide, and instead showed him a work of art in front of him, the cutting techniques of this young man were unfathomable. Without looking at Kioh, he softly said, "Do not worry young, your cutting techniques are decent, it does not matter if you waste a few potatoes."

The assistants could only look at each other with their mouths open, who had just passed in the kitchen, who was this unfathomable expert who was playing with them? He had sent the chef in a movement to his workstation without dignity to look him in the face, and they were thinking of making things difficult for him ...

The assistants could only feel the cold sweat on their backs and continue to work obediently, meanwhile Kioh was still peeling potatoes with his imprudent method, the flexibility of the knife had come perfectly to practice his swordplay, when he got tired with the right hand he changed hands. The potatoes planted a challenge because they all had their peculiar shape, but with practice, the speed increased a lot. Just when he finished cutting half of the potatoes a text was displayed in front of him.

[Swordplay has been updated to Beginner lv 7]

He could not help but jump for joy, his control with the sword was improving thanks to the control he had to apply in the kitchen, he could not help but get excited, and he chopped the other out at a higher speed.

When the chef finished he could not help shuddering, it seems that today all the dishes were going to be accompanied by potato ... and he could not even object a word since everything had been his orders, he was riding a tiger he could not get off.

This day was remembered in the restaurant because later every year there would be a party in which the potato was the star ingredient ...