'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Naturally, our stride was smaller while we were in conversation with Guinura. The footsteps that sound like this also slow down a little bit.

At some point they walk side by side because it's easier for them to talk.

If you get to the Easy's dorm, which is your destination, there's nothing more to talk about. That's what I think we're talking about. I don't think Guinura's whim will last long after the end of today.

I wanted this story to end now. But I'm not going to stop and talk.

So we have to talk before we get to our destination.

We wouldn't put that in each other's mouths, but we knew it somehow.

Instead, Guinura continues her monologue.

"After one incident at the bar, my enemy became you. And my purpose was also to do something about the cocktail, not Suey."

I don't really know how Guinura was until then.

But Guinura, who I know, was a disturbing man who saw cocktails every time we met.

I didn't have a great deal of faith, and I seemed to be a man with nothing, flattered by what was not my power.

I can't even tell you about people who depend on cocktails.

Anyway, I didn't have a good impression when I was at the review meeting or when I went to buy coffee.

"My father did me white oak for a while after that."

But it was when I went to White Oak for training that I narrowed my distance from Guinura like that.

Perhaps Mr Heliconia set it up, but somehow me and Guinura got in the same carriage, staying in the same room and training.

Just before that, one of the rooms I was taking was no longer available, so I became a partner.

"... really, there was no room with you."

"Hmm, here's the dialogue. Yeah, Yugiri, do you know why the room you originally took was no longer available?

"No, I don't"

Apparently he remembered the same thing as me, Guinura, but he knew information I didn't.

To that fact, Guinura looked a little superior and said:

"The couple who asked me to clean up the room, they burned half the interior in an insane fight"

"... have a room? In an insane fight?"

"That's right. This is why they can use magic."

Not at all, especially if it means something profound. No, it made me think it wasn't at all, and I felt like I went around and found out how difficult the magic was.

Guinura, who sensed that it had become subtle air, continues with one cough pinched.

"Anyway. Looks like you've been studying potion for a long time with that white oak, huh?

"That's what I promised you originally. I can't learn the basics from Sui. Instead of teaching the basics, they're offering my knowledge of 'cocktails'."

"Well, compared to me, that was a lot of extra training."

I don't like Guinura, but I don't even know if I do.

Me and Guinura were assigned to the same lab together. Holly Laboratory, a laboratory characterized by a pointed young room manager.

I learned a lot about potions there. It was a pretty knowledge-based learning because I couldn't use magic myself.

Unlike me, Guinura was pushed to do a lot of chores. I was as exhausted in the morning as I was in the morning, and by the time I got home at night.

Without regard to Guinura sleeping like mud, I was practicing cocktails when it was time to wake up, something that seemed to resent me for a long time.

... Well, about that, I think he also said something somewhat appreciative.

"While you were studying, so was I."

"... what?

I felt like this was where the story creeped me out.

It wasn't until I got home from White Oak that the Guinura I knew changed.

I guess that means Guinura is a white oak and got some "trigger".

Asked me what I had learned, Guinura gave me some fun and a slightly lonely grin.

"... my future."

Guinura spat out, clogging the words a little.

Once you spit it out, it flows outside in search of a place to go.

"At that time, you and Albao only saw the survival of Holly Labs. But I'm not. What I was looking at was Holly and Cecil's" outside. "I watched the manager move out of the fight between the two geniuses."

If you ask me, then both me and Albao were full of heads about Holly's lab. To do something, I ran around and desperately raised myself as I was about to fall.

But Guinura was definitely out there alone, working with us.

I still remember you getting information we didn't know from the outside.

"... So, how'd it go?

I guess Guinura had a different perspective then than I did. I saw it from him like that, how was the white oak?

"Every lab was desperate. Everyone was listening to Holly's lab. Those two were shredding their sneezes together and knew that their research would not go unnoticed in case. Still, I was desperate. I knew I would never catch up and still was just as desperate as the two labs to catch up"

I remember the interim announcement at White Oak that day.

I think the two main actors that day were Cecil and Holly. But it's not like any laboratory other than the two of us didn't deliver results.

It wasn't a bit uneven or an eye-catching achievement, but it was nevertheless desperate to make something happen.

Every lab was steadfast in delivering the results of that effort.

"So they're the head of the 'White Oak' room. Never a genius, maybe somewhat more talented than people. But they're a big player in potion and they have a lab."

"That's your future," he said?

"............ no"

Guinura looked very sorry for my inquiry.

"I was wrong when I was a kid."

In front of me, Guinura grabbed my fist.

Make him wave like he's going to cry now, and still stick to his feet, and he won't stop walking.

Step by step, we do move forward.

"When I met Sui, I was wrong. I was the only one of them who could have made you her 'understander'. I should have been at her 'talent' side just a little bit. I couldn't do that. I couldn't be desperate. I was afraid to admit my incompetence. I didn't have the guts."

First Guinura said it was an old story. There are two kinds of old stories.

Memories and regrets.

The former warms his heart. The latter cools his own heart.

Then I think it would be better not to talk about it, such as regret.

But regret, if you don't spit it out in one place, it gets much heavier and colder and builds up in your heart.

So sometimes I have to spit it out. If you're going to spit it out anyway, tomorrow is the best convenient 'bartender' opponent you'll ever forget.

I return my gaze in silence to Guinura's words.

Guinura looked a little horrified by my ambiguous attitude, which neither affirmed nor denied.

"I was trained in white oak, and I got scared. The only thing that lies ahead of me now is the role of" Decorative with Replacement ". Being supported and stirred up by the people around you."

"... well"

"Be honest with me. That's what you thought of me, isn't it? I know. Bonbong in a good place. Stupid son. Maybe you're right. That's me."

Guinura vomiting words of self-derision, but that didn't just seem to hurt herself.

"Mr. Appalachian seemed to understand me like that. On the day of the interim announcement, my father told me that I had kept it."

Track your memory. I do feel like Mr. Appalachian, the head of Guinura and White Oak, was with me that day.

At that time, Guinura had a determined eye for what she was talking about.

"'There's nothing for you right now. Admit it, for the first time, you get something. Waiting for the answer'"

"Is that what Mr. Heliconia said?

"Oh. He entrusted it to Mr. Appalachian. He wants me to see when I can get that word."

Did you mean that Guinura decided to come back to this city?

He took the word for it.

"It was too miserable to admit it. It was miserable, but now was my last chance"

Guinura turned her gaze straight at me.

Not the usual lightness there, but the awesomeness, like that of Mr Heliconia, dwelt only a little.

"That's right. I was wrong. I didn't even desperately develop that tiny talent into a habit that didn't have a great deal of talent. If it were normal, it would have ended up being used to be a stupid top like this and good. But only a fateful tour would have been good."

It softens my gaze until then.

His gaze confused me unexpectedly.

Ever since, it's been the first favor I've ever seen, shown by Guinura, who hated me.

"You brought the 'cocktail'. I was near the cocktail. Before the other potion shops, I knew the cocktail."

Then Guinura returns to her usual hateful grin.

I even think the grin earlier was my mistake at the speed of that transformation.

"When I admitted I had nothing, all I had left in me was ironically a 'cocktail'. I kept thinking only about 'cocktails' because I hated them and regretted them. That hatred was turning me into the man most familiar with cocktails in Aurantiaca."

Cuteness and a hundred times more hateful, is a good saying to hear, but in Guinura's case, it seems to be the opposite.

Too much understanding of hatred goes on, because maybe it's another thing.

Guinura kept thinking about cocktails to deny them all the time. In other words, you know the 'bad' - 'traits' - of a cocktail well.

And a month of 'White Oak' - the days when Guinura and I were in the same room - would have continued to give Guinura the 'knowledge of cocktails' whether she wanted it or not.

"You don't have to be talented or anything. Those who stand on top only need 'luck' to get the timing. That's the only thing that makes me an 'excellent top'. The talented person downstairs will do something about the rest. All I need is a 'minimum' ability to understand underneath."

"You're working desperately hard right now to get that on, huh?

Guinura's reputation I hear in the alley now.

I guess that's the look of Guinura's efforts to stop flirting and play the 'top' role he seeks.

"I'd still be a" decorative replacement. "But if you can use a cocktail to climb up, you can become an 'irresistible being'. One or two hateful cocktails, let me use them at best."

Guinura snorted all the time, as she said the story was over there.

Originally, I started talking on my own. Take the liberty again when it's over.

I could see Guinura's footsteps going up the tempo again.

I knew that, and I thought it was a violation of manners for me to continue there.

But if it's him now, you should ask him once or so.

"Hey Guinura. If you want, apologize to Mr. Oyaji and Sui."

"Say no."

Ginulla said no to Bassari before I said anything about a settlement proposal.

It was a sharper word than the cold of the night breeze.

"Don't get me wrong, Yugiri. I'm not going to get along with you. Cocktails are always enemies. I don't work with cocktails, I just use them."

Guillaume and Guinura staring at me. But there's more to it than just hatred.

Stay face to face, at the opposite pole. The kind of atmosphere you're looking at me as an equal enemy.

"... there would be plenty of cocktail endorsers around you, wouldn't there? I don't need any more allies in my cocktail. What a cocktail needs is an 'enemy'. That's what I'm gonna do."

"... oh"

I mean, the word swallowed up.

I kind of figured out the position Guinura was looking for.

He's already admitted to the cocktail. Having admitted it, I'm trying to put myself in a position that I would never admit.

"Words of endorsement alone stop growth. Things finally grow in the eyes of harsh criticism. That's why I deny cocktails all the time. [M] I'll deny it, criticize it, and I'll keep doing the downfall thoroughly."

"Then we'll keep responding to those criticisms. There are drawbacks, but there are advantages to compensating for them. Do not fail to make efforts to improve. I'm going to make people recognize the cocktail."

Guinura decided to be the enemy of the cocktail. No, is the word enemy strange?

They're trying to put themselves in a position of 'good opponents' to deny each other and grow and go.

From start to finish, Guinura and I are enemies, but our relationship changes.

Then, until we got to the Easy's dorm, we never uttered a word to each other.

If I told you what you really needed to talk about, there wouldn't be a friendly conversation between us.

But when Ginula, who arrived in front of the dorm and finished dropping me off, was about to leave, she blurted away.

"As promised, I forgot about today."

I return such a question of Guinura loosely.

"Forget it, nothing. Did we talk about anything? You're drunk and you don't remember."

"Hmm, that's fine"

Guinura smiled contentedly in my response and left.

Me and Ginula, we're never gonna get used to each other.

Still, I guess we won't hate each other any more.