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Hayama stood like a statue of calm in the stormy central kitchen. Before him, you awaited the shokugeki for the First Seat. The air crackled. The theme: Autumn Harvest. Ingredients lay ready: pheasant, kabocha, sweet potatoes, shiitake, wild rice. Hayama’s gaze swept the bounty, a slight curl of his lip hinting at amusement. He wouldn’t need much. His specialty was the subtle symphony of spices. He selected his ingredients with practiced grace. The pheasant was marinated in star anise, cardamom, cloves, saffron. The spices created a complex aroma. The pheasant, roasted to perfection, possessed a deep mahogany sheen. The wild rice pilaf, infused with toasted pumpkin seeds and smoked paprika, formed a rich base. Roasted vegetables added sweetness. A yuzu and honey reduction provided a r…