“Eat up, Do not hesitate to eat.!”

“Of course I won’t hold back, Mr. Godo.”

“Godo-sama ~, how can you be so reserved, is it not delicious?” Tenji asked as he saw Godo sitting idle.

It had already been about twenty minutes since the exhausting barbecue competition began.

The sun was already setting, and looking out into the distance, the city lights of Yokohama seemed to shine brightly in spots. Here, camping lights and charcoal fires were glowing mellow orange.

The wallet-eaters, Amagi siblings, occupied one of the grilling tables and enjoyed the barbecue without hesitation on meat.

Godo watched them with gentle eyes as if he were watching his children.

“Maharu, let’s get some food for tomorrow and go home.”

“Of course, big brother. It’ll be good for the day after tomorrow and the day after that. Let’s go home with some extra meat in our bellies while we’re at it.”

“Ha-ha-ha, you’re a great eater! Hey, Ujo!”

Godo laughed heartily at the Amagi siblings’ appetite, which was not full even after twenty minutes. He then called over Ujo, who was having a drink with the chariot members nearby.

Humming and eating meat, Ujo comes closer to Godo.

“What is it?”

Here, you can buy a lot of good meat with this. Can you go to the nearest market and get some meat?”

“What, why don’t you go, Godo-san? I’m getting good and drunk. I’m getting good and drunk, you see.”

“Just go!!”

“Wow, I’m against the abuse of power!”

Despite his tearful imitation, Ujo was sent to the store to get the meat.

Seeing Ujo being such a pain in the ass, the members of Chariot were laughing hard and letting the alcohol take them over.

Joining these chariot members, successful participants were also enjoying the barbecue.

But as expected – Damon Ashuka was not present there.

“Hey, Tenji.”

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Mizue-kun. Ah, and speaking of which, congratulations on passing the test. You deserve it.”

“Oh, thank you. But it’s obvious to everyone that I couldn’t have done it alone. How about we hangout for lunch sometime? I’d like to return the favor a little.”

“If you’ll buy me a drink, sure.”

“…… all right. Here’s my contact information. I’m gonna head home now, so I’ll see you next time.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Mizue handed a piece of paper to Tenji with a smile on his face. And without showing any sign of regret, he greeted Kujo, Fukuyama, and the others on his way out and got into a cab.

A while ago, Mizue had said, “I want to inform him about my acceptance as soon as possible,” and Tenji was listening to him secretly while eating.

[Childhood friend, right? I hope he will be happy to hear]

Tenji thought of this as he greedily and skillfully snatched the meat from the grill after Mizue had left.