'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Please wait here for a moment.

It was the house in front of the woods, quite off the city, that was brought to Mr. Megli.

That's not exactly Japanese housekeeping fun. A wooden cabin for residential use and a workshop building with a chimney line up a little further away.

The atmosphere is just like a glass workshop in the woods.

But what's taking my eye is the fields that are spreading across the back of the house, and the paddies.

The rice that gave rise to the abundance of rice ears, worthy of the beginning of autumn, is shaken by the wind.

"Sui. That, what is it?"

"Hmm?"

"In this country, does rice grow?

I ask Sui while keeping my excitement down. Sui glanced in the direction I was pointing, hmm? And I snapped my neck.

"Sorry. I don't know that way for a second"

"... right"

"I think you should ask him in person, huh?

That's when Sui told me to tell you.

The man showed up before us waiting at the house.

"Yo, are you the guests?

He was a man wearing Japanese costumes for men, aligned with Mr. Megli. But that's not what bothered me the most.

I've been used to colorful hair ever since I came to this world.

But still, I couldn't help but look at the man who came out.

"Sir. Your attitude is too much for the first time."

"You're too firm, Megli."

The man Mr. Megli is fond of and saying back to him.

The head had short bean-colored hair and a single horn.

The house looked like a Japanese compromise or something.

Possibly a wooden floor was laid, and a duvet was placed on top of it.

Even though the furniture is Western in its own right, it seems to be undergoing demonic modifications to make it a Japanese-style taste by the way.

What is more distinctive is that there are many handicrafts made of glass lined up all over the house.

Certainly there were patterned things like chops, brightly colored statues, and various other patterns of glass that I didn't even know existed.

"Let me talk to you briefly. My name is Kamui Senryou. No, does it go by your brother in 'Thousand Divine Authorities'? Please feel free to call me Mr. Kamui."

A man who looks over at us in a rather frank manner.

Around the age, would it be almost the same (if really twenty-eight) or a little above Mr. Megli?

The man with the horn on his forehead begs me to shake his hand with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Ah, yes. It's evening fog total. Nice to meet you, Mr. Kamui."

"Whoa. What about that lady over there?

"I'm Sui Vermut. Best regards,"

When she finished introducing herself, Mr. Kamui turned the atmosphere around and saw me and Sui with a serious eye.

And get to the point.

"Well. You two wanted me to make you a glass?

I nodded deeply at the inquiry.

"Yes, because I've already been turned down by the city's glass workshop. I heard rumors about Mr. Kamui where I thought there was no more Ate to rely on, and I'm sorry to interrupt."

"It's intelligent. But you got lucky. I'm sorry about the people in the city, but none of them have any more skill than me."

Mr. Kamui said confidently and smiled more.

The broad grin of his nostalgia was easy to stick to the first person he met, and his image was very different from that of the "elusive craftsman" he had painted in his head.

I thought it was rumored to be 'as strange as we are' among the droids.

"So, can you take the request?

Leaving aside the questions that had sprung up in my head for now, I asked to go straight in.

To my words, Mr. Kamui answers with a more smiling smile.

"Sorry, but I'm going to decide that"

And then he stuck his sharp gaze through my mind.

As soon as possible, my spine freezes deliberately and I get goosebumps all over my body. A thoughtful lady in front of me suddenly changed the atmosphere to a samurai with a knife.

I can't say anything and swallow my spit.

If I do anything inadvertent, I even have a feeling that it's the only way I'm going to be turned down.

"What are you talking about?"

"Stay."

It was Megli who had been watching how things were, refraining from obliquely behind Mr. Kamui, who had smashed such an atmosphere.

She was throwing a pebble on Mr. Kamui's head that she didn't know where she'd taken it from.

"Doing what, Megli"

"Sir. You know how our economy is right now, right? Do you think you can do your job preferences in that state?

"... eh, seriously? Are you that bad?

"... big deal"

Mr. Kamui turns to me again under the silent pressure of Mr. Megri.

And I said.

"But I don't take requests unless it's from someone I like."

And he came looking at me the same way he tried.

"Sir? Don't you also have a head just to listen to you?

"Megli. Sorry, but I can't give this all away"

To Megri, who rises with all sorts of grudges, but Kamui said straight.

And we'll make sure our client knows exactly what he's up to.

"My glass, it's me. It's a piece of my heart. I can't get a favor unless it's from someone I like. Because unless my heart asks, I can't make my work."

Clearly spoken words.

It's illogical, but the meaning makes good sense.

Even when I make cocktails, I think something similar.

I always ask myself when I serve a drink to a customer.

"Can I have this cup and I make it?"

You shouldn't serve your customers a cup that you can't tell them is your work with your chest up.

I just started bartender training, and that's what my senior told me.

I asked a senior a question one time.

I wondered what to do if I was going to weigh 15 ml in a major cup too much.

The seniors' words about it were concise.

"Discard"

That was all.

Naturally, I thought I had no body, and I said so. But the seniors craved me like that.

If you think you don't have any body, you can keep it in a different glass and drink it for study. However, you shouldn't just put it in a cup that serves customers.

That's how the cocktail was made: "Well, is that good?"

If you're going to send it out to yourself or a close friend, that would be good too.

But it is unacceptable to serve the wrong, unsuccessful cocktail to a stranger.

The bartender's cocktail is with his business card.

You have the wrong name for your business card, but no fool puts it out as being you.

Likewise, I know I failed, but I don't have a bartender to serve that cup.

I can remember a cup of failure as myself. This is harmful to you and your customers.

That can be said of all craftsmen who are proud, not just bartenders.

My heart is caged in what I make.

So, Mr. Kamui doesn't take anything but a convinced job. I guess it's because I don't think there's any way I'm going to let my uncalled for work come out into the world.

Maybe so when it comes to strangers.

But that's still what craftsmen are for.

In his head, Mr. Kamui's request was received clearly.

If so, there's not much I can do.

I just asked Kamui, who was being lightly beaten in the head by Megri.

"I mean, you should make a cocktail like Mr. Kamui's heart wants, right?

To my confident voice, Mr. Kamui distorted his lips more.

Simple and good. And just a little bit, I was happy.

The stubbornness of the city's glass factory, when I asked for it, only thought about the cost and the work process.

I didn't even show interest in what my cocktail was like.

But it's not. I don't want to leave the job to a guy like that either.

Someone who will face my demands head-on. It is only by being recognized by such a person that a cocktail gets the glass it deserves.

It's simpler and easier to understand.

"You know what I mean? It's not that easy to move an artisan's mind, is it?

"It's above my knowledge. Still, I only have 'cocktails'."

But I can't stop laughing.

"So, yes, I did. Let me make you a cup that moves Mr. Kamui's heart."

I broke my hips and switched my mind to that of the bartender.

Think of it, that's what I've been doing since the beginning.

The problem of standing up, whatever it is, has been solved by cocktails.