Food Wars: The Heaven's Senses

Prologue

I was only three years old when I first held a cooking knife. The same went for my older twin brother. Though we were young, my brother and I were able to handle ourselves well around the kitchen. It was and still is our dream to take over our family's restaurant when we grow up. We grew up in a small family diner, but our food was the best and our parents were awesome at cooking, which further explains why we've wanted to take over the shop for a long time.

It's weird actually... our last name Yukihira, translates to Blessing of the Ordinary, but there's one thing about myself that is definitely unordinary...

When I was born, I was just as normal as my brother, Soma. However, as I grew up, my parents noticed something different about me. I would scream when there was too much noise, my sense of taste was heightened, strong smells nauseated me and I was somewhat sensitive to light and other bright scenes. This continued until I was about two years old, that's when my parents took me to the doctors. 

They found out that I had developed Hyperesthesia, which in simple terms is the increased sensitivity to any of the senses. Though it was hard at first, I began to realize the good things about this condition, mainly the kitchen.

That's when Papa started taking me on his trips all over the world, but he made me promise not to tell Soma about what they really were.

Right now, me and Papa were Florence, Italy testing out Italian cuisine. While there, we discovered a little restaurant called Trattoria Aldini.

"Ready to go in?" Papa asked me, holding my left hand while my right hand held my knife case. I nodded and excitedly dragged my father inside. It was near closing time, so that meant not very many people were inside. Maybe I would be able to cook with the head chef, that is if they don't get a one hundred from me.

"Benvenuto." A voice greeted at the door in Italian. The inside of the restaurant was nice and peaceful, giving the place a comforting atmosphere. 

"Hi there." Papa said in Italian, "I was wondering if we were too late to get a table."

"No sir, of course not. Please, have any seat you prefer." The man said.

We took a seat in the center of the restaurant, a place where I could see the chefs in the back kitchen. And from what I could hear in the back, they were either short adults, or kids around me age.

A waiter gave us a couple of menus and I immediately went to the specials. 

"See anything you would like?" The waiter asked a few minutes later.

I nodded and pointed to a small picture of spaghetti.

"I'll have the same as her." Papa said. The waiter nodded and took our menus before going to the kitchen to place the order. Half an hour passed and two boys around my age came out with our order.

One of the boys had blue eyes and blonde hair, while the other had brown hair and blue eyes, though he was slightly chunky.

"Buon appetito." The boys said simultaneously.

I smiled and looked up at Papa before we both dug into the food. Immediately, I began to use my senses to rate the food.

Once we were done eating, Papa called out for the owner of the restaurant. A tall man with blonde hair and a kind smile came out and greeted us.

"Was everything to your liking?" the man asked us.

Papa smiled and looked over at me, "Well, what's your rating, sweetie?"

"Can I see the chef who made our food?" I asked.

The man was surprised and called out for the two boys from before.

"These are the chefs who made your food tonight. My two sons, Takumi and Isami."

The two boys smiled at us, and I could tell that they were skilled.

"I've made my judgement." I said, Papa leaning forward to hear what my rating was, "I give them an 89.2"

"Haha! A pretty high rating sweetie! I'll definitely keep this place in mind then the next time I come out here!"

"Pardon?" The blonde boy said confused.

"Oh, sorry. My daughter here rates dishes depending on several points in the cooking process. She normally rates on a scale of 1 to 100. So having a score in the high 80s, you boys must be pretty good."

The two boys looked over at me with shock on their faces and told me that I didn't know anything about Italian cuisine, much less judge it. I proved them wrong with a cooking battle, and won.

I promised them a rematch and for the entire week we stayed in Florence, I cooked with the two Italian twins, but the entire time, I had never really given them my name.

However, I did give them my nickname...

I am called the Heaven's Senses. A prodigy chef with the ability to see, hear, taste, feel, smell and see the souls of the ones who create exquisite meals for us to savor. 

But to those in Japan, I am know Hikari Yukihira. A simple kid with the dream to take up the knife.

I hope that all of you enjoy this story. I will have to warn you that updates for this story will be slow, as this is the fourth story I'm working on at once. I wanted to wait until I finished one of my other stories, but I really wanted to at least get a prologue uploaded so I wouldn't forget about the idea of the story. I will try to upload as frequently as possible, but don't expect too many updates at once. I hope you enjoy the story as it slowly comes together. See you in the next chapter!