Chapter 12: [OMAKE] PIZZZAAA!

Chapter 12: [OMAKE] PIZZZAAA!



Cooking had always been something I admired from afar.

I loved the idea of it-the warmth of a kitchen alive with laughter, the aroma of spices swirling in the air, the sight of family gathered around a table.

But in my old life, I couldn't cook to save myself. I was a surgeon, not a chef. My hands were used to the precision of a scalpel, not a chef's knife.

Now, though, things had changed. I had the talent of Jōichirō Yukihira, one of the best chefs ever. His skill, and abilities, was now mine. It was as natural as breathing.

Suddenly, everything clicked-the techniques, the creativity, the rhythm of cooking. I not only understood how to prepare food; I could see the infinite possibilities hidden within each dish.

With Jōichirō's talent, I knew I could do more than just replicate recipes. I could innovate, create something new.

Today, I'd see how far that talent could take me as I prepared something neither Mom nor Taro had ever seen-pizza.

The kitchen was a symphony of sensations.

The sizzle of oil, the rhythmic sound of my knife slicing through fresh basil, and the comforting scent of dough rising from the yeast I'd prepared earlier that morning.

I worked with quick, precise movements, my small hands stretching and shaping the dough into perfect circles.

First up: Neapolitan pizza for Mom.

The dough was delicate under my fingertips, elastic yet firm as I shaped it. It took little effort to get it right, the years of Jōichirō's experience guiding me.

I sliced into the ripe tomatoes, juice and fresh, the kind of sweetness that hits your nose before it even hits your tongue. The mozzarella followed, each slice thin but perfectly even. It would melt just the way I wanted it to, spreading across the dough like a soft, creamy blanket. A sprinkle of sea salt, a drizzle of olive oil to tie it all together, and finally, I tore the basil leaves by hand. Their fragrance was strong, earthy, and peppery, their oils releasing into the air as I crushed them between my fingers.

The kitchen was alive with the scent of fresh ingredients, and I could feel the excitement bubbling inside me like I was finally at... home. My domain.

Next was Taro's pepperoni pizza-simple, classic, and full of flavor. I spread a generous layer of rich tomato sauce over the thickened dough, then laid down slices of mozzarella, stacking it high enough that it would melt into an oozy, golden mess.

Pepperoni discs, each one spaced perfectly, topped the pizza like small savory suns. They'd crisp up in the oven, releasing their fat into the bubbling cheese.

I slid both pizzas into the oven, feeling the heat wash over me as I closed the door. The smell that filled the kitchen was intoxicating.

The tomatoes began to roast, their sweetness intensifying. The mozzarella started to bubble, blending with the olive oil and fresh basil. The dough, meanwhile, was rising and crisping, taking on a golden hue.

Mom and Taro were sitting at the table, both watching the oven with wide eyes, clearly curious. Neither of them had seen anything like this before, and I couldn't blame them. This wasn't a world where pizza existed, after all.

"Lunch is served," I announced, my voice even.

The back door was open, letting in a soft breeze rustling the curtains, carrying the scents from the garden outside. The sun bathed the kitchen in golden light, casting long shadows on the floor as the three of us sat down.

I placed the pizzas in front of them, the steam rising from the crisp edges of the crust. Mom blinked, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Satoshi... What is this?"

"Pizza," I said casually, smiling just a bit. "It's a dish I've created. Something new. I think you'll like it."

Taro was practically vibrating. "Pizzzaaa!" he giggled, testing the word on his tongue as he reached for a slice, his tiny hands barely able to hold the edge of the crust.

Mom, always more composed, hesitated for a moment before she, too, reached for a slice of the Neapolitan. Her movements were slow, as if unsure what to expect from this alien food.

They both took a bite, and the world shifted.

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It was the best thing I'd ever tasted, and I was in paradise. Pizza paradise. "More! More!" I shouted, waving my arms in the air, even though my mouth was still stuffed

with pizza.

I didn't care if the sauce was dripping down my chin or if my fingers were all greasy. This was paradise, and I didn't want it to end. Ever.

I grabbed another slice from the table, not even bothering to finish the one I was already

holding.

"S'good! Sooo good!" I mumbled, pizza bits spraying everywhere as I tried to talk through a full mouth. The flavors were so amazing, I felt like I could eat pizza forever. And maybe I

would!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aiko-obasan. She was totally lost in her own pizza dreamland too, her eyes sparkly and distant like she was floating through a pizza cloud with

every bite.

Yup, she was definitely in pizza paradise with me.

But then, from across the table, Satoshi's serious voice cut through my dream world like a

kunai slicing through air.

"Slow down before you choke," he said, sounding all grown-up and stuff. "There's enough

for everyone."

"No!" I shouted, my cheeks puffed out with half-chewed pizza, dead serious. A wild idea popped into my head-what if I choked on this pizza and died? Would I get to live in the pizza world forever? That didn't sound too bad to me...

"Taro! What the-Put that down. Right now!" Satoshi's voice was sharper this time as he saw

me stuff the pizza in my mouth. He looked like he was about to dive across the table at me.

But it was too late. I was already halfway out of my chair, clutching two pizza slices to my chest like a precious treasure. "Never! Let me die in peace!" I yelled, sauce dribbling down my chin as I bolted from the table, pizza slices flopping in my hands. Behind me, I heard Satoshi groan-one of those really deep, grown-up groans-and he started chasing after me. But I didn't care. I was free! Free to run wild and escape into my

pizza-filled paradise forever!

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SATOSHI YAMANAKA

Note to self: never, ever feed pizza to a miniature gremlin again.

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[A/N] Satoshi's heavenly cooking finally graces the world. I wonder how the rest of the world

will react to his divine food...

This chapter was an OMAKE (bonus chapter) and just a chance for me to have fun. I will always

release a more substantial chapter alongside an OMAKE. For these you can usally just turn your brain off and vibe. I'm just having fun.

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