Aren’t You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San?

The town next to Sakuraba Town - Aommi Town - was once a castle town, he said.

Aokai Castle itself was burned down long ago by lightning strikes, but the township under the castle still leaves the shadows of the time.

Especially the boulevard is famous as a tourist attraction, a tourist from outside the province and at the end of the day from outside the country, and it is always a waste.

- It's late July.

The heat was finally extremely hot, and the reverberating enthusiasm made the couple in yukata walking down the boulevard look like they could no longer afford a date.

Off such a boulevard, there exists a prestigious store of the most knowledgeable minsta (...) ahead of the entrance trail.

Floating Cloud Hall.

It is a specialty shake ice store that was just made last year.

"Thank you for waiting, Purple Sunflower."

As the two of us were melting in a quiet, air-conditioned store, a nice smiling clerk carried the items of the order, one at a time.

Both me and Mr. Sato leak sighs at each other, even though they're already watching Sole in Minsta.

- It was just like a purple sunflower, a vibrant purple stained shaved ice.

"(Oh, Mr. Pushtail, Mr. Pushtail! Shh, it's amazing! The shaving ice is purple! This isn't it!? Isn't“ yummy cute "!?)"

I don't know why it's a whisper, but Mr. Sato is very fond of you.

He is softly restless and dizzily changes his neat face with surprise, joy and anticipation.

Seeing her like that, the clerk chuckled,

"- It's colored with a special herbal tea called Butterfly Pea, and the color changes when you apply lemon sauce there."

"Do you change colors?

"Yeah, butterfly pea ingredients react with lemon acidity... no, let's not talk about the hard stuff, she, I can't seem to wait"

"What?"

Her?

Looking back at the clerk to the unfamiliar word, she's dropping her gaze with a dull laugh.

Ahead, there's Sato staring at the shake ice as if he were a child - and here I finally realize what the word means.

"Ah! No, no...!

Watching the clerk lean his neck, I shut my mouth.

I can't help but tell the clerk about this.

"... yes, no, nothing"

"Really? Take your time, then."

A clerk who meets gently and pulls into the back of the store.

I saw if she had seen this reddish face... but she was worried unnecessarily.

Sato-san is still glittering in front of the shake ice.

Looking at her like that, she accidentally loosened her cheeks.

"Mr. Sato, if you don't leave it there, the ice will melt."

"... ah! Oh, shit, you're right! haha! Well, here you go ~ ……!"

Mr. Sato takes the spoon and tries to stick it up to the shave ice, but...

"- Ah!? Hey, Mr. Sato!

I just stepped out of the table and shook her hand.

One hair at a time, the spoon hasn't reached the shake ice yet.

"Oh, it was dangerous..."

Exhale a sigh of relief.

I almost didn't know what I was here for until I took the train to the next town...

"Mr. Sato, you didn't take a picture of the shake ice... for Minsta, write, and, um...?

Something went wrong on the way I was saying it.

Sato's face, slightly bent down, became red as he saw it, and that's when he blurred with a blurry voice like a bug's feather.

"... and..."

"Yeah?"

"but..."

Tega?

As he frowned at the mysterious word, he eventually realizes that Sato's gaze, which leaned down, was poured into a certain point.

If you follow her gaze with wonder, my outstretched hand overlaps (...), the hand that holds Mr. Sato's spoon...

"Oh, wow!? Oh, I'm sorry!

I jump out of my way and sit down like a rewind video.

Mr. Sato, on the other hand, was perfectly solidified as if he had been paused.

However, the redness of the face is currently in progress and Sato's self-best is being updated.

It is a momentum that is likely to erupt even by steam from the hole in Yakan's ear.

I've had a redneck habit (I don't know if that's the word) for a long time, but it still shouldn't have been this far.

And so do I.

"... eh"

The color changes when you apply lemon sauce there.

The clerk's words cross the back of his brain.

I thought it was strange, but it's stranger this way.

I just touched my skin and skin... and yet the color of my face would be so bright red that I can't even beat strawberry-flavored shake ice right now.

Butterfly peas seem to react to acidity and change color, but then I wonder what the hell kind of ingredient they're reacting to.

I don't know, I know, it's...

"- Wow, I, I don't want to lemon!?

Says Sato, who can't stand the awkwardness.

The voice had been turned upside down.

"Fuck, I'm gonna lemon you, man! Ahaha! Sounds like some fried chicken! Funny!?

Not funny at all.

But that also sounded kind of like asking for help, so I said, "Oh, that's funny," and I got a pulling grin.

I kind of want to cry.

"Well, then I'll take a video of it!

"Ah, haha, take a good shot ~? Wah, because I'm going to do magic on this shake ice now!"

It was a brown tone that didn't sound like Mr. Sato, but the end of the story was trembling to the point of being a little pathetic to listen to.

... this is also the usual one.

I'm too tempered to know what I'm talking about anymore, that's it.

Don't do anything extra, let's just make a video.

Is that it? Doesn't make sense if I take it?

I realized it was perfectly natural, but that's enough, that's the limit.

We need to eat the shaved ice quickly and try to cool it down.

"Bye, then!"

Sato, who has shaken off the tension in a strange direction, slowly drips the lemon sauce to the top of the purple mountain.

I rush to start recording and see the sight over the smartphone display.

"Oh......!

"Wow......!

- Exactly, it was magic.

Lemon sauce punches a small hole in the snow mountain, and the purple color of the shaved ice turns into a light pink color as you look at it.

To this fantastic sight, both me and Mr. Sato have unexpectedly forgotten me.

"Wow......"

And maybe that wasn't a good idea.

A pile of thin ice stuffed in a small vessel melts twitchy, and - crumbles.

"Ah!?

"Abrasion!

When my reflex nerve at this time, I wonder if Musashi Miyamoto and I could even get a tattoo that he grabbed a fly with chopsticks.

I just stepped out of the table, and with my own spoon I caught a brilliant chunk of ice trying to collapse.

"Safe......"

Take a breath and raise your face as you flaunt your own reflex nerves.

- The tip of the stretched spoon was sticking out in front of Mr. Sato, whose face turned bright red and shivering.

... from everywhere it was a "um setup".

"Ah..."

Moments, thoughts circle in my head.

Should I be able to pull in a spoon even if I'm slightly forced to? Or as insignificant as this is, huh? No, isn't this creepy?

Return crumbling ice to its original location? Unnatural, hectic, or jokingly deceitful and I'll eat? No, no, no. Isn't that what makes you seem over-conscious and creepy?

Go, go, go! The lost time already stinks of virginity!

- Only 0.01 seconds during this time.

"Ah, uh..."

I've had enough regrets to want to chew off my tongue immediately since I said it, but I can't take it back anymore.

In the meantime, Mr. Sato opens his mouth slowly.

It just didn't feel "ahem" smooth at all, though.

……

Mr. Sato keeps his stiff-mouthed mouth shut.

I plug in a rough spoon, carefully drop the ice into her mouth, and pull it out slowly.

What a ritual.

"Oh, delicious? Mr. Sato......"

Mr. Sato closed his mouth in a very irresistible motion and moved it several times...

"Su..."

"Su?"

Mr. Sato, blush his lips softly, a word.

"It's so refreshing, Mr. Tail..."

"- Well, syrup is served separately."

When I looked back because I heard voices later, the clerk ahead was standing there smiling gently.

"Yes, take your time with this syrup, or condensed milk, if you like."

The clerk pulls back into the back of the store with a dull laugh as he lines up some kind of syrup on the table.

Me and Mr. Sato couldn't look up at each other until nearly half of the shaved ice was just color water.

Of course, with embarrassment.

- Takata Pushtail and Koharu Sato.

Again, if you describe our relationship in a nutshell, it is a friend of both thoughts (...).