'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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Blurry and floating in a thin, cloudy liquid is a bright green half-moon.

Even from Kamui's eyes, the beauty of that cup seemed similar to that of a glass craft with a heart of its own.

(That's why the glass floats, huh?

And I drop my eyes on the glass that only takes its heart.

I'm not doing a bad job. I do my job as a glass, of course.

Not good or bad. It's just a matter of form getting into shape.

(I could charm him more. Plus, I can enhance him beautifully...... dude)

Thinking that far, Kamui laughed bitterly in her heart at herself for not even drinking but being slightly positive.

That's where he feels about the glass, and Kamui brings the cocktail closer to his mouth.

That's all, the bouncy scent of lime tickled my nose.

Originally, I don't hate citrus. The aroma makes you imagine the tingling acidity and dampens your tongue before drinking.

And while the momentum remained, Kamui tilted the glass.

(... cut in)

The palate was, against expectations, smooth.

Much easier to drink compared to shochu. It should have been a spicy order, but the citrusy acidity and good alcohol slip into my mouth.

But that's all I was optimistic about.

The liquid that reached the tongue waved the blade of flavor there to the full.

The refreshing and intense alcohol, driven by acidity, claims its presence in the tongue. And the flavor isn't just sharp.

Liquid steps in, cuts open flavor buds, twitchy sweet bitter flavor.

Swallow, and the flavor spreads flutteringly into your mouth so that you don't feel the acidity of the lime or the bitterness of the skin.

It is dry. From the moment I put it in my mouth until that time I went through my throat, this cup went through, like a sharp knife, vividly carving my presence.

But that's never all. Often, such sharp spiciness tends to become something if it goes past the throat.

Yet this cup engraves its presence in the mouth and heart even after it passes.

Just between bites. An encounter of less than a second.

Yet that cup came from Kamui's mouth and cut deep into his heart.

I've done everything I can to carry the conviction of one man standing in front of me.

Kamui included another bite before watching Megri tilting the glass the same next door.

Leaks a bitter laugh at her, hospitable expression.

And to the 'bartender' in front of me, I asked.

"Well, let me explain. I don't know what faith you put in it."

In Kamui's inquiry, the young man was smiling calmly.

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What beliefs,.

In order to do that, [Kamikaze] would need to explain what the name was taken from 'what'.

Inevitably, it was also meant to explain my qualities.

"First, let me apologize first, Mr. Megli"

"Heh, is that me?

"Yes. Actually, I wasn't born in Japan."

And I told him.

That I have actually been summoned to this world by some mistake from a completely different world than this one.

That cocktails are alcoholic beverages originally made in that world.

And that my made [kamikaze] is also one of the standard recipes that exists in that world.

"... I can't believe it, but I got the story. I mean, you need that information to explain this guy."

Mr. Kamui rocks the glass.

The ice inside made a noise with Karan, prompting him to go ahead.

"And the cocktail comes from the country where I lived, the war story."

"... war"

Mr. Kamui is not the only one. Mr. Megli and Sui were also breathtaking about the word.

From what I've looked into, there hasn't been a recent and major war in this country. However, that is not the case if the triple digits go back in time, nor is relations with neighbouring countries a state of letting go friendship.

I don't know more about Japan, but if it's the same as Japan, there won't be any disputes on the island.

"The country I was in ran into a few decades ago from the front with a certain big country. It was a war with not much prospect of winning. At a time when we were unable to reach an early pact of harmony, it was a painful battle to see the end of the line."

I'm never familiar with war, and I'm not going to state that good or evil.

All we need is information to explain this cocktail.

"And at the end of that war, they formed a unit called 'Kamikaze SWAT', also known as the origin of that cocktail,"

"What kind of unit is that?

"Simply put, you jump into their nostalgia and blow yourself up. Those are the troops."

I've never heard anything about aircraft in this world. But if you put it this way, there's nothing you don't understand.

To Kamui's expression, the bitterness ran.

It's not a pleasant story to hear. I know.

"So, what happened?

"They said their actions tormented the other country to the end. It's a bad way to put it, but it's said to have been effective during the operation at that time."

"... right"

In my words, Mr. Kamui would have felt an extraneous meaning.

You don't have to tell me, you figured it out. The word suffered to the end also means that it did not become the deciding factor.

Mr. Kamui wrapped a glass in his hand and then stared at me.

"Evening fog. What do you think of me?

You, but, Ma, but not you.

It was a question of asking my name clearly.

Mr. Kamui, too, would have thought. I was wondering why you would explain that.

The explanation for [Kamikaze] so far is that the last path taken by the caught up man did not lead to the right answer.

I mentioned my imaginary, Mr. Kamui and Mr. Megri.

"Didn't you two come to this country for a run down?

Sui, who was feeling the bitter air on the spot, turned a hazy eye at me.

I was wondering if you would say that, assuming you did.

But the way I said it without clothes on my teeth, on the contrary, seemed to be what Mr. Kamui liked.

"Don't be so clear. What makes you think that?

"I didn't see why you two came into this country alone."

"... Huh. I guess."

Of course, it may be wild to ask for a reason to train artisans in martial arts.

But I didn't think he came to this country just to train.

It looks like a friendly pattern, two different surnames.

Kamui, a ghost, and Megri, a human being.

And Mr. Kamui's purpose.

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

That goal means that it has to be acknowledged, that there is something.

When I thought about them, it was that conclusion that came to my mind.

The purpose of the two, no, Mr. Kamui, is to become a recognisable craftsman from everyone and to have Mr. Megri's parents admit him to marriage.

And it's hard to get the shield behind it domestically, so I thought you'd come across the ocean.

"... you know what Japon's three most famous flowers are?

"... no"

I shook my head honestly.

Mr. Kamui didn't look angry, he didn't show how angry he was, and he taught me pale.

"Shakuyaku ruling under the heavens, the buttons that preside over knowledge, and the lilies that excel in martial arts. These three. And Meguri's home, the Sirayuri family, was one of them."

"... then Mr. Megli is a nobleman's..."

To my whining, Mr. Megri waved with a tired grin.

"... I'm a falling out with very little martial arts talent. We could only throw it to the crowd."

The reality of Japon in this world is unknown in detail.

However, it is not easy for a nobleman-born person to leave a single country of his own free will in an attempt to call it a fallout.

To reinforce my imagination, Mr. Kamui continued his words.

"Once upon a time, I was a ghost of a few races who wanted to defeat humans a long time ago. I'm no different than a civilian in my capacity, but even if they're nobles, there's no way they can so easily acknowledge our relationship. Your imagination doesn't have to be far away."

Ha, and Kamui, who laughs tiredly, quietly lowered the glass he had in his hand.

The contents are already gone, and only ice and lime are nestled in loneliness.

"But, well, I did think so, too. I can't make a name for myself and make a glorious triumph."

Mr. Kamui laid his eyes down as if he had subsided intact.

Mr. Megli makes sure to just support his shoulders, and the two of them plug in.

I screamed, there.

"No! I didn't make this [kamikaze] with that in mind!

To my sudden sword screen, Mr. Kamui asks.

"Why? That's what I explained earlier. The last act of being caught up with us was a waste of time."

"It's not! There's more to the story!

I denied Mr. Kamui's words out loud.

Seen in the war, 'Kamikaze' couldn't change the war scene after all. That's for sure.

But if that's really all... suppose it was all for nothing.

This cocktail was never born.

"There are theories, [Kamikaze] was born not in my country. He was born in the other country, fighting my country."

Yes. [Kamikaze] 's famous anecdote is that this cocktail was actually born in the United States.

You think this cocktail's sharp, dry taste was reminiscent of the 'Kamikaze SWAT' that scattered with conviction during the Pacific War?

And that's what I wanted to address to Mr. Kamui, for real.

"Indeed, the act could have been futile if only seen in war. But their belief is that their thoughts were breathing within the other country without ever fading their 'names'. It was engraved, never forgotten."

Of course, this is just my assumption.

Whoever made this cocktail may have just named it somehow.

Still, it's definitely an engraved name.

Even I, the trivial bartender, with this cocktail, can remember that anecdote. It's just that what I remember is important.

"That's why I made [Kamikaze] for Mr. Kamui. so that the cutting-edge of that belief is bound to pierce the other person's heart. So wish."

How did Mr. Kamui get my words?

After closing his eyes for a while, he said loosely, calmly.

"[Kamikaze] or... I see, that's a good name. Yeah, let's do that."

"... what,?

Suddenly, I can't keep up with my understanding.

Mr. Kamui was smiling softly, as he explained to me like that.

He had such a pleasant smile, with no disappointment or giving up.

"It's the name of the glass I make. I think the" Kamikaze "cocktail glass is a first-class product, and I see a little bit of a future called."

"... then...!

As soon as I got there, my future was bright.

To affirm that imagination, Mr. Kamui stuck his fist out for a long time.

"Let me take your request for a cocktail glass."

"Nice to meet you!

I gently punch my right fist in Mr. Kamui's fist.

After that, me and Mr. Kamui laughed at each other.

In the glass Mr. Kamui placed, the ice melted and made a noise with Karan.

As it moved, the green blade of the half moon cut the sky quietly.