'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Hey, what's going on in a weird direction!?

After me and Mr. Kamui exchanged words, Megli cracked in looking surprised.

"I usually present the amount and ingredients and if you still say so, I make them, if you're not convinced, I just say go home...!

"Sorry, Megli. I don't think this guy deserves that kind of rude response."

gently stroked Mr. Megri's head in panic, Mr. Kamui said gently.

Apparently, I was seen sharper than normal by him.

"Total"

On the other hand, I hear voices from the girl who was with me.

She said just one word, quietly pointing her eyes at me that could not be taken as a worry or trust.

"Because I believe you."

"Leave it to me."

I made myself clear to her and then I turned straight forward.

There, as always, is the figure of Mr. Kamui, who stood with dignity.

Apparently, Mr. Megli was supposed to be watching our interactions for a while.

"Well, let me show you. Cocktails."

"I'll take care of it"

I broke my hips and immediately began to think.

It is good to have received the order, but at this stage there is a lack of information.

What the hell kind of cocktail should I make for them?

It's a request for a cocktail glass, so should we limit it to short cocktails?

Should I make an original cocktail in the sense of showing myself?

Or should we just stare at the person as usual and make the cocktail that best suits that person?

Every answer has a long and short answer.

Even if I think about it, I don't get an answer.

So, what do we do? If you don't know, you can ask.

"I'm afraid after you take your order, may I ask you a few questions before you make it?

"Oh, ask me anything until you care."

Taking my word for it, Mr. Kamui said it in such a voice as to try.

Decorate or conceit, and you'll find out soon enough.

There are no good things about stretching your back.

"I'd like to ask you first, Mr. Kamui, what kind of drink would you like?

"What do you mean?

"A drink for a request. Myself - in this case, a drink to describe me. Or my usual drink. etc."

"I see."

Did you convey the meaning of my words, Mr. Kamui nods, hmm?

And then I opened my eyes and told them clearly.

"I want to know what kind of person you are. But you don't have to do anything special. I want you to show me your faith as it is."

In response to Mr. Kamui's words, I made a policy.

There is no need to detain him. Even if you have a cocktail that you want me to drink, if you have a cocktail that they want more than that, you should serve it there. That's something we're always practicing.

No need to decorate. Even if you make yourself special, it's only temporary. I didn't come here looking for a glass that I would only use on a special occasion.

If that's the case, there's one guiding principle in my behavior.

Like usual sales, you just should ask what you need to do.

Suitable for the person, for the best cup.

"First, then. Here, the cocktail we're going to make now is a beverage mixed with potions. But I treat this as alcohol."

This is how I explain it to my first customer.

Some people hear rumors somewhere and come for cocktails with rarity. But many come without knowing anything.

You can't let those people drink cocktails without explanation.

Thus, Mr. Kamui nodded as impressed and continued.

"Oh, I don't come with a pin when they say potion either. If they say booze, I know."

"So then. Should the degrees be strong? Should I be weak?

If it is the craftsmen who do not bend their beliefs for their masterpieces, it may be said that it is the bartenders who can bend everywhere for their customers.

That's why I don't hold short here.

What he wants to see is not the right cocktail for a cocktail glass.

Enough to handle a cocktail glass, because it's me.

"Then you are. Because of this, I'm strong. It reminds me of my country's shochu."

"... I see, I did"

Did you come with the shochu?

Actually, it's one of the things I was wondering about, but apparently there are shochu in this world--Japon.

There are some unsavory spirits in this country. Based on that, Japon may have some more advanced liquor culture than here.

And leave that alone. Your order is stronger.

"Do you have taste preferences, etc? Sweet or spicy. Anything you don't like?

"Right."

After roaring a little troubled, Mr. Kamui looks out.

I wondered what I could see, and Inaho was hitting the waves you just cared about earlier.

"I like spiciness. Better not be too sweet. There's nothing particularly bad about it."

"Yes, I did. Then..."

"Oh, can I have a word?"

Where I was squeezing candidates in my head, Mr. Kamui pinches his mouth like he was in a hurry.

And then I saw Mr. Megli.

I saw that she was decent, and, um, I roared, and then I made that order.

"Suddenly, I'm sorry, for example, do you ask me for two glasses of Meguri and me? Of course, I'm the judge, but I'd like to hear Megli's opinion."

"Absolutely."

I wonder what you're going to say.

Originally, I didn't mean to end up with a glass.

Because there's no way the owner next door would be satisfied with just giving Mr. Kamui a drink.

"Then please. Spicy for me, slightly sweet for Meguri"

"Yes, I did. How many degrees?"

"We're both strong and good. It looks like Megri's a wasp."

"Sir!?

To Kamui, who is laughing at Niyaniya, Megri raises her voice in the light.

This one also makes me smile at those two interactions.

... If it wasn't for my thoughts, these two are very close.

That's what I feel like I'm in love or close to it.

Because… the question arises.

"Finally, may I ask you just one more thing?

"Of course."

It's not very good to ask firsthand what you think.

But I've been curious.

I followed the bartender's instructions.

"Are you two... No, Mr. Kamui, how come you're in this country?

Bartenders often ask 'How did you get into this store' when customers came to the store?

That's helpful in getting new, and not a bad start to the conversation.

So I asked just like that.

Why did you come to this country?

…………

Only for a moment, Mr. Kamui's atmosphere swayed.

Something like emotion seeped through the sharp tip of being an artisan, slightly - inorganic.

He closed his eyes quietly and, once again, turned his gaze towards Mr. Megli.

Mr. Megli, directed, leans down with a slightly sinking face.

Later, he was returning a quiet grin, like a bitter laugh.

And finally, Mr. Kamui looked me straight in the eye and told me.

"To raise your name. Admitted by everyone, to be an artisan."

Hear the answer, dwell in that voice, feel the sharp heart.

I made up my mind to have that cup.

"Thank you. I'll make it now."

I create an image of two glasses in my head with that answer in my chest.

Different flavors while having the exact same name, an image of a cocktail.

I decided to say no to them and rent the kitchen. I carry a set of tools with me so I can make cocktails anywhere.

You can spread the tools on the tabletop, but the kitchen is good if you think about cleaning up after because you use water.

Both Mr. Kamui and Mr. Megri seemed intent on moving straight to the kitchen and touring my work.

Well, it's always the same thing to be seen, so there's no problem.

Negative emotions such as nervousness, anxiety, and fear that bring neck to your heart and soul.

Take a deep breath and push those things back into your chest again.

Wait a while until your nervous heart feels comfortable.

"Well, I'll make it."

Put it in time for a few seconds, and I told him so.

I'm sensitive to sound, but I'm not distracted by you.

From such an extreme state of concentration, move your body as usual.

First, I prepared two Old Fashioned Glasses - in short, two Rock Glasses.

It's better to put it to the right, Mr. Kamui, and it's better to put it to the left, Mr. Megli. (Sui's are behind us)

In addition, two major cups and shakers were prepared each.

In this case, it would be more convenient to have two of each.

Put them in line at the top of the slab, under which I cut the washed lime vertically.

Prepare two sixths of a cut and pour the fruit juice from one first into the major cup to the right.

The moderately squeezed fruit is fed into the glass rather than discarded. Subsequently, the right major cup was weighed 15 ml with juice of fresh.

The slightly floured pulp makes you assume a fresh sour flavour that overflows. With that image in his hand, he poured liquid into the shaker to the right.

The lime is then cut in the same way to fill the left major cup. Here, 20 ml of fruit juice.

The next measure is' vodka '-' vodta potion '.

Gently open the stopper of the bottle and flip the right major cup once. It's not on the 30ml side, it's on the 45ml side. I weighed the upper limit on that side perfectly and poured it on the shaker.

Now it's already 60 ml on the right, but leave it for now and it's on the left.

The major cup on the left didn't even flip over and weighed in 20 ml just like lime.

At this point, the two portions are already very different.

Given the amount of base, the degrees themselves are likely to make a huge difference.

But the next time I open the plug is the first 'liqueur' I've ever had in this world.

Thickening and elegant demonic grass potion with citrus sweetness and skin bitterness.

40 degrees alcohol on Earth. It is a 'coantro' with no less degrees than the base distilled liquor.

I kept that bottle in my right hand, now from the left, and weighed 20 ml in a major cup.

Pour it into the shaker on the left, and that's it for Mr. Megli.

For Mr. Kamui's sake, the last finish remains.

I have a bar spoon in my hand, not a major cup.

Then, I weighed the coantro by 1 tsp ─ ─ just a spoon and gently dropped it to the right.

Mix gently on the right side with a bar spoon as you go and see the flavor. No problem.

Later, I saw the flavor on the left as well. As usual, the bar spoon is about to be washed with water, but only this time, there is no difference in composition, so there is no need for that.

Now we're ready.

One cup to make to Mr. Kamui is "Wotta 45ml," "Lime 15ml," and "Koanthro 1tsp".

A cup to make to Mr. Megri is "Wotta 20ml," "Lime 20ml," and "Coantro 20ml".

All you have to do is shake.

First, I decided to start with a drink for Mr. Megli.

Basically, I make your order so that I can serve it at the same time, but I can't say that there are multiple shakes at the same time.

In that case, if it's two drinks, I'm going to make it from a woman's cocktail.

There is also a little bit of a lady first, but in most cases men are more familiar with cocktails in bars.

Too often it's better to take a woman's cocktail first, when a man gives you an explanation or something and buries the time naturally.

Of course, there are occasions when it seems better to have a man, or a relationship between a senior and a junior, and I would change the order accordingly.

Finally, if it's more than three glasses, the smallworker gives up and prepares them all on the workbench before taking them.

Even in this case, I am not using cocktail glasses, so I intend to do so.

I don't care. It's been a long story, but let's get to a cup for Mr. Megli.

But before doing so, don't forget to keep Mr. Kamui's shaker lightly covered and free of dust, etc.

When it's done, fill the shaker on the left with ice and cover it.

Tighten the strainer tightly and cover the top. On the slab to the finish, the shaker was struck with cocon.

And then I brought Shaker to chest height and shook him loosely.

The kitchen sounds cozy.

Ice and liquid convey the feeling of tapping the shaker at your fingertips.

The temperature, the impact, tells us exactly how to complete a cocktail that goes up a little bit.

Its completion is when the flavor rise curve is flattened.

I finished the shake quietly, just like I did at the beginning.

He opened the top of the shaker and poured a thin white liquid into the left rock glass where the lime lay.

The green lime is stirred by the liquid to dance. After enjoying it, open the shaker's strainer and remove the ice with a tong.

The ice was quickly packed into a glass, taking care to show the lime.

In a rock glass, thin white liquid and green fruit, as well as clear ice, created stunning colors.

Now Mr. Megli's share is complete.

Later, Mr. Kamui's share of the work will be repeated.

As mentioned earlier, the timing of the offering is intended to be simultaneous.

"Thank you for waiting"

Mr. Kamui and Mr. Megri, I gently offered them a glass before each of them.

The two of you, who were watching my movements with serious eyes, also have a careful eye for the drink that appeared in front of them.

"... is this the 'cocktail'?"

To Mr. Kamui's whining, I only made corrections.

"Yes, but 'cocktails' are a generic term for drinks that are made that way, so one of those drinks -- no, two drinks have different names."

When they say it, they gently lift their eyes toward the glass in order to hear its name.

I was going to send it to the two of them, and I told them its name.

"[Kamikaze]."

That must mean typhoons and storms in Japon in this world.

Explaining its origins is good later.

Now, what do the two people who receive the name feel?

Just wait for it.